It was certainly mind-boggling to land in your new predicament - shrunken down to serve as the personal toy to your new giantess CEO, Mercedes Mone.
What was more, it still wasn't clear if she'd be a benevolent CEO or not. As a fan, you knew her narcissistic, cruel tendencies to her opponents. But surely if she wanted a personal little assistant to tend to her needs, she wouldn't want to break you?
You were about to find out.
Mercedes Mone stood from her chair, a curtain of blue fur and taut, brown skin raising in front of you.
Suddenly, you were sent tumbling through the air with a yelp. Much to your surprise, Mercedes had decided to swat you right off the table without warning or seemingly a care in the world. You could fall down to your death to splat on the floor thanks to her carelessness!
However, her aim turned to be spot on as you crashed with a thud down onto a soft padded surface. One which felt reasonably warm, and you seemed to have fallen into a little dip in the floor.
As you looked around, you realized that this was no floor. You'd been shoved to fall right onto the CEO's chair!
And as you looked up, you were terrified to find that a shadow had descended over you. Hovering high above was the monolithic ass of Mercedes Mone!
"As your first task, lets see how you do as the CEO's butt cushion. Try not to squish, or imma be pissed," Mercedes spoke coldly.
To make the situation even more horrifying, you watched as her flawlessly manicured fingers in long fake fingernails reached to the hem of her skirt and hiked up the blue fur, exposing her almost bare buttcheeks, squeezed into a tight black thong between them.
The sight was mesmerizing. Despite the peril you were in, it was impossible not to gaze up in wonder at those sexy, juicy ass cheeks. The CEO was gifted with natural curves, which were further enhanced by all the hard work she put in at the gym. Years of treating her body like a temple had paid off, all those squats giving her a super toned bubble butt, the twin boulders perfectly round and shapely.
However, giving you a front-row seat to her squatting was terrifying, as the booty came down closer towards you, like two meteors on a collision course, and you were right in the impact zone.
"No!" you protested, but it was much too late.
Raising your hands up in an attempt to halt the descent of the meaty cheeks was fruitless. Laid in the indent previously created by her right butt cheek, that same cheek claimed the same space. The space you were now occupying.
The monstrously large cheek engulfed you, collapsing right on top of you and burying you beneath a blanket of ass. It was a miracle you were still somehow alive under there, despite the overwhelming pressure pinning you down, squashed between the leather seat and the squishy sea of booty.
"Mhmm, not bad, little bitch," you heard Mercedes hum up above in appreciation. "You feel pretty nice down there, giving my cute butt that little extra cushion. How are you liking this Mone ass on you?"
You screamed with pain as Mercedes began to wiggle in her seat, steamrolling her astronomical ass over you. It was like her colossal rear was a rolling pin, and you were the dough she was trying to flatten to make that bread.
You really hoped that creaking was coming from the seat, and not your body.
Thankfully, she soon settled and sat still. It was still crushing to be entombed beneath the giantess' smooth glute, but it was at least a little bit of a reprieve from being ground into the seat.
"Oh yeah, you're gonna be on butt cushion duty every day. I wonder if you'd survive me farting on you?"
From her light tone, you couldn't tell if she was truly that cruel and gross, or if she was just trying to scare you into obedience. Either way, the mortifying thought had you yelling a muffled plea into the great mass of ass.
"Oh, you don't like that idea?" Mercedes asked mockingly. "Tough shit. You're my little bitch now, and you'll take whatever I feel like doing to you. And what do you think you're going to do? I'm your CEO, and there is no HR to report me to. So you'd best behave yourself and be a good little toy for me. Otherwise, you'll soon find out that there's a price to pay when you mess with Mercedes Mone."
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