This choice: While cooking, Chelsea trips and falls backwards, crushing you under her ass. • Go Back...Chapter #6Dinner and a Show by: Hectic   Still sitting on Chelsea's bed you were transfixed on the spectacle that was Chelsea diligently working in front of you. While you wouldn't go so far as to call her a tomboy by any means, this ridiculously revealing maid outfit was much more risque than anything you've seen her wear in the past. While you two haven't been romantically involved in any way, you couldn't help but become entranced by how hot Chelsea actually was. However, as much as she was a total package, you knew deep down that her ass was the star of the current show. The flared out skirt and tiny black panties seemed to frame her perfectly tanned buns in a way that you quite literally could not look away from. However, as you sank deeper and deeper into your ogle-session of your good friend's rump you noticed it wobbling even more than usual. While it always had a respectable amount of jiggle to it, it seemed like now her rear was moving to and fro almost uncontrollably. Puzzled, you glanced down her skyscraper like legs until your eyes came to the four inch heels she was standing on. After no more than a few seconds you noticed that her feet were wobbling like mad, causing her to make constant efforts to maintain her balance. Laughing quietly to yourself you realized that Chelsea was clearly unaccustomed to wearing heels, let alone ones this tall, so you decided to take the opportunity to poke fun at this.
"Hey Leaning Tower of Pisa, you're looking awfully unstable on those heels over there, you doing okay?" You shouted up to her in a clearly sarcastic tone.
Turning her head around from the counter in front of her, Chelsea shot you a look of half annoyance and half amusement at your joke. "Oh hardy har har" she fake laughed, "I almost never wear heels you little dweeb, I'm already six feet tall do you really think I would want to look any taller?"
"Ah of course that makes total sense, because us guys sure are self conscious about girls being too tall nowadays, aren't we?" You doubled down on the sarcasm, making fun of her in a friendly way once more.
"Hmm, touche you tiny jerk I guess it doesn't make much of a difference in the grand scheme of things. But watch who you're making fun of down there, part of me is starting to think one of these stupid heels could use an inch tall insole if you catch my drift." Chelsea said to you in a fake ominous tone. You knew this threat was clearly a lie as she would never intentionally torture you, but you pretended to be intimidated regardless.
"Alright alright I yield!" You shouted up in response, feigning fear in your voice. You both laughed at the silly interaction before she returned to cooking. Chelsea and you often made fun of each other like that, but at the end of the day you knew that Chelsea could pull out the most obvious trump card there is and just squish you into silence if she ever wanted to.
"Honestly Chelsea I gotta admit I wasn't expecting you to follow through with the punishment for losing that bet at all, I was honestly gonna let you off the hook until you were so gung ho about it!" You shouted up to your giant friend. Chelsea set the food down dramatically, spinning around to look at you. Immediately your vision transferred from her ass to her spilling-out cleavage thanks to the outfit's corset. You shook your head to make sure you listened to her as you felt yourself immediately zoning out and staring once more.
"Are you kidding me! So I'm dealing with these ridiculous shoes, this inappropriate bra, and this god damn wedgie for no reason!?" She emphasized her point by pulling the black panties out of her crack as they had slid in slightly.
"No I mean it was part of the deal! I'm just impressed that you actually came through, much props given" you responded while laughing at how much she clearly wasn't used to wearing something like that. "In fact, I think you should consider wearing it more often!"
"No chance you typical boy you would get way too much of a kick out of that now wouldn't you?" She said down to you. "Now let me finish cooking in peace, I just want to get this over with and get out of these clothes." Chelsea spun around once more swapping your view of breasts to now butt.
In reality this was a dorm room after all so Chelsea was only microwaving a variety of things in a row, but the meal was definitely just an added bonus to the whole situation. A few more minutes passed by until the microwave beeped for the final time and Chelsea took the dish out. She turned around, flashed you a radiant smile, before speaking up, "Okay finally done! I hope you like this mix of random frozen foods because it's all I had." You were about to respond and say that you were stoked regardless of the actual food but she cut you off, adding, "You know what, all this cooking has actually made me pretty starving as well so I'm gonna dig in myself!"
"Of course Chelsea, first of all it's your food and second of all I'm going to eat approximately 1% of all of this so help yourself." Chelsea smiled once more before grabbing a few dishes and walking them over to the small table near the bed you were resting on. Every step was nerve-wracking to say the least, as Chelsea struggled with the heels once again. But soon enough she had brought everything over to the table, and as she placed the last dish down you could do nothing besides stare at the ass that was jiggling to and fro right in front of you.
"Alright Tom! Bon appet...WOAH NO" As Chelsea was just about to finish her cliche cooking saying the precarious heels finally gave way. Her left foot gave out completely and you saw your giantess friend lose her balance immediately. You knew Chelsea was athletic to catch herself in most scenarios but this time she was too far gone to recover. In a split second the giant mounds of ass that were tantalizing you mere moments before were now approaching you like meteors falling from the sky. You didn't even have a chance to scream before they made contact with the bed, squashing you firmly underneath the left cheek.
*whump* her bed made a soft noise before the springs squeaked slightly under the newly introduced weight. Little did you know Chelsea was so flustered from the fall that she didn't even feel you at first. Cursing under her breath she said out loud, "Alright Tom I've fulfilled my end of the bargain I'm taking these god damn heels off at least." Chelsea remained seated on you, grinding her buns into you and the blanket as she adjusted herself and reached to unbuckle the straps on her shoes. First one then the other, she popped off the four inch heels, which she now swore to be her mortal enemy, and dropped them onto the ground. Taking a second to recompose herself she then finally spoke out,
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