Your body felt nearly two dimensional now after being bullied by Monika’s behind for so long. Struggling to peel yourself off the chair, feeling more sticker than human at the moment, you froze as another massive shadow suddenly loomed over you. Looking up, your vision was filled by a sprawling yellow canopy sandwiched between two pale, slender thighs. Recalling Monika’s previous comments, there was only one person this posterior could belong to.
“SAYORI WAI-” You tried to call out before your words were subsequently crushed, seemingly never reaching the peach-haired girl’s ears as she settled herself down on top of you. Even if she did hear you, it was doubtful Sayori could have defied Monika’s control. You groaned in discomfort as you were once again subjugated to the painfully familiar feeling of being crushed under a teenage girl’s butt. You know, these girls were supposed to be your friends, it sure would be nice if they could act like it for once, no matter what your size.
Wait, no.
You shook your head. These girls weren’t your friends. They weren’t even real. This was all a fictional world, a twisted game run by a twisted AI. You had to remember that. In Monika’s demented funhouse, it was getting harder and harder to determine what was real and what was not.
Well, fictional or not, Sayori’s ass certainly FELT real enough as its weight pressed down on top of you. You were trapped between her buttcheeks, pressed up tight against the banana-colored fabric of her panties. There was scarcely room to breathe let alone move, and every scant breath was filled with the flowery scent of Sayori’s essence. Your current experience was worse than being under Monika’s booty, mainly because Monika’s ass had more of that delicious jiggliness, more of that soft, doughy give compared to Sayori’s toned athletic buns.
“Hah! I knew you would like my butt best!” Monika’s voice rang in your head once again, only this time from afar. So she could hear your thoughts? Add that to the list of terrifying things Monika was able to do in this world.
“Come on, where is he?!” Natsuki’s angry shout managed to reach you buried under Sayori’s ass. It sounded like she was getting frustrated. “This room can’t have that many places to hide!”
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find him sooner or later~” Monika sang. You couldn’t see her, but you could imagine the smug girl pantomiming the motions of searching the classroom for your whereabouts, knowing full well your true location the whole time.
“He must be around here somewhere…” Yuri added, her soft, unconfident tone barely reaching your ears.
“Sayori, what are you doing?!” Natsuki snapped. “We just got Monika up to help us search, why are you now chickening out?”
“I’m-I’m still searching!” Sayori stammered. “I’m just…just resting my feet…I guess?” It sounded like Sayori wasn’t sure why she had sat down, meaning Monika had probably put her up to it. This was your shocked face. But wait, if Sayori wasn’t completely under Monika’s control right now, maybe you could get her attention!
But wait. What if that was what Monika wanted you to do? What if she put that idea in your head, just like she did with Sayori? What if you were doing exactly as she wanted right now….Augh! This was all just too confusing!
“Screw it!” You shouted, though no one but Sayori’s ass could hear you as you began thrashing around as much as you could, struggling against the unyielding weight of Sayori’s bottom. There wasn’t a whole lot of wiggle room but you made the most of what you could, shouting at the top of your lungs. “SAYORI! SAYORI, I’M DOWN HERE! YOU’RE SITTING ON ME! GET OFF!”
“Mmmnh…” Sayori frowned as the seat suddenly didn’t feel as comfortable as it had before. Something was bugging her. Reaching down to adjust her skirt, Sayori began grinding her hips back and forth, shaking her rump in the chair to try and smooth out whatever irksome affront was there.
That of course was you, and you cried out in shock as Sayori’s butt suddenly began shaking around on top of you, cruising over you like a steamroller. Your plan to get her attention seemed to totally backfire as you had gotten Sayori’s attention in the worst way. Now it felt like she was actively trying to smoosh you!
You were ground, shook and pounded by the aggressive pair of buttcheeks until your eyes were spinning in your head. You were half-convinced you had been grinded into a fine paste by now, but unfortunately fate (or rather the leader of the Doki Doki Literature Club) didn’t seem intent on letting you take the essay way out.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let the girls hurt you!” Monika’s oh-so-helpful voice chimed in your mind again. “Well, not much anyway.”
“Monika, get me out of here!” You yelled into the seat of Sayori’s panties.
All at once, you felt Sayori rise up out of the chair, her pale, creamy cheeks peeling themselves off your body as she stood up to full height, leaving your pulverized body behind. Whether this was Monika’s handiwork or the result of Sayori’s own boredom you couldn’t be sure.
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