This choice: She doesn't stand up, and Andrew and Stevie walk away. • Go Back...Chapter #5A Weird Sticker by: Unknown The girl who had unknowingly crushed you underneath her ass seemed perfectly content where she was. The minutes passed by, and you didn’t feel the mountains of pressure above you loosen at all. Your flattened body struggled to squirm your way out from under her ass, but it was impossible. You were trapped, and you couldn’t do anything until your unaware captor acted first.
Meanwhile, Andrew had looked all over for you. He didn’t see you anywhere, and didn’t think to look on the bench where the girl was sitting. He should have known Stevie better, but the thought of you being squished underneath the girl didn’t occur to him. Dragging Stevie by the ear, he pulled him away, and soon your only chance at rescue was gone.
Another fifteen minutes passed, and your situation hadn’t improved at all. The girl was still sitting on the bench, her heavy ass still squashing the life out of you. You had long since felt the fabric of her pants grip your squishy body, and you knew you would be going with her whenever she decided to finally stand up.
Just then, the girl suddenly shot up out of her seat. The sudden motion spun your world around, as you tried to come to grips with her unpredictable motions.
“Hey Amanda! You took your sweet time.” The girl you were plastered to laughed, her voice sounding surprisingly mature.
“Sorry Georgia. My car wouldn’t start.” The other girl, apparently named Amanda, replied. Her voice was cute and bubbly,
with a tinge of regret for upsetting your captor.
“That doesn’t sound like a good excuse to me.” Georgia put her hands on her hips, her thumbs unconsciously pressing your body into her butt.
“I’m really sorry Georgia. It won’t happen again!”
“Whatever. The movie is starting soon. We should go so we don’t miss it.” Georgia turned away from Amanda, beginning to walk off to the movie theater.
“Wait! Georgia!” Amanda had spotted you stuck to Georgia’s butt. “You have something on your ass.” Georgia stopped walking.
“Okay. Get it off Amanda.” Amanda nodded, and she easily ripped you off with her long fingernails. She placed your sticker like form in the palm of her hand, and held you out for Georgia to see. Amanda looked down at you with awe, while Georgia looked at you with disgust.
“What the hell is that thing?” Georgia scoffed, some spit slapping onto your face.
“It looks like a cute little sticker, or something!” Amanda gushed. She stroked your body, rubbing you up and down with her soft fingers.
“If you like it so much, why don’t you keep it?” Georgia gave Amanda a contemptuous look. Amanda didn’t catch her drift, but she smiled anyway.
“I would love to keep it!” Her grin grew wider. “Where should I stick it?”
“What?” Georgia laughed, a harsh laugh. “You’re going to put that thing on your body?”
“Of course! That’s what stickers are for, silly!” Amanda giggled, and Georgia slapped her forehead in impatience.
“I don’t care! Just do it already so we can go watch the movie!” Amanda nodded, and then she looked at you thoughtfully.
You stared up at her in fear, terrified of what plans she had in store for you. You had tried to wiggle and squirm to get their attention during the whole conversation, but nothing had worked. Both of the teens saw you as nothing more than an insignificant sticker.
After a solid minute, Amanda’s eyes brightened up. She pinched your head, and then hiked up her booty shorts several inches. She slapped you against the back of her large right thigh, pressing you into her squishy skin. Satisfied, she pulled her booty shorts back down, hiding you completely from sight, and keeping you trapped in darkness and under intense pressure.
“There! Finished!” Amanda declared proudly.
“You idiot!” Georgia sighed. “No one can see it there.”
“So? I like how it feels. It’ll feel even better when I sit down!” Amanda blushed slightly, imaging her new sticker was a real tiny person.
“You’re a weirdo. Now let’s go!” Georgia grabbed Amanda’s arm, and practically dragged her through the mall to get to the movie theater on time.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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