“Okay Tom…” Chelsea smiled, reaching for a fork and sticking it into a big clump of lasagna. “…time to dig in and…hold up.” Chelsea frowned, setting the fork down and looking over her shoulder at the bed. “Wait, where did you go? Tom?” The brunette giantess asked, expecting (and silently hoping for) your speedy response. Sadly, she heard nothing.
Of course, this was because you were unable to speak with your face pressed flat into Chelsea’s sumptuously jiggly rear end, tiny body firmly squashed beneath her tanned butt cheek. You tried to vibrate or scream, but your flat lungs produced no sound, and all of Chelsea’s weight squashed down on you was more than enough to keep you from moving.
Growing a bit worried, Chelsea stood back up, happy to be on her own two feet instead of those hellish heels. As she stood, you internally groaned as you felt your sticker-like body still hugging her ass, plastered to her skin by a thin veil of sweat. Your giantess friend’s skirt fluttered down as she stood, falling over her derriere and hiding you from view, making you even harder to spot.
Thankfully, Chelsea wasn’t an idiot, and this was one of the circumstances in which her typically observant nature came in clutch. After five minutes of scanning the bed and floor for you, Chelsea (with a bit of a blush in her cheeks) turned her attention to her butt. Not seeing you on the outside of her skirt, Chelsea flipped up her skirt, and quickly spotted you glued to her butt cheek after using her full-body mirror to help her look.
Peeling you free with a fingernail, Chelsea sheepishly smirked and let you reform in her palm. “Probably did this to you when I tripped, huh? Heh…sorry Tom.”
You slowly reinflated and gave your friend a casual smile. “Ah, it’s fine. I’m used to it.”
Chelsea gasped, honestly surprised. “You, ah, what? You’re used to it? Are you implying I sit on you a lot? Besides, this time is your fault, if you think about it. You made me wear those heels.”
“My fault? How is it my fault to end up under your butt?” You retaliated, shaking your head. “Not saying I’m complaining, but…”
Chelsea scoffed. “Really? Maybe I should spend more time sitting on you then?”
You held up your hands. “You win. You win.” You admitted, and you and Chelsea shared a laugh. Letting you down onto her bed again, the two of you dug into the lovely meal she had prepared, enjoying a bit of quiet time in an otherwise eventful day. And, to your credit, you managed to mostly look Chelsea in the eye while eating (as her gargantuan, barely-covered breasts were hanging quite close to you).
Thirty minutes later, and there was a loud knock on the door. Chelsea jumped at the sound and glanced down at her inappropriately revealing maid outfit. “Shit…no time to change now, huh?” She sighed, hoisting herself off of the bed and walking to the door. Despite your best effort, your eyes transfixed themselves on Chelsea’s shapely booty as she sauntered over to the door. You’d been pulverized once under that hefty, toned butt once this evening, and still couldn’t help but stare.
Opening the door, Chelsea was met with an attractive girl in her early twenties, with short brown hair. She was wearing a formal white button-up blouse and tight black dress pants and carried a night stick on her belt. Even from this distance, you could see the top few buttons on her shirt straining against her quite visibly abundant chest. You had never seen this girl before, and the weary expression on her face was hard to miss.
“Oh. What’s up Bethany?” Chelsea inquired, stepping aside to let the girl, Bethany, in. Bethany immediately starting walking towards the bed, and your stomach dropped. However, since you were prepared, you were able to dash forward and jump to safety as the titanic girl plopped onto the bed, narrowly avoiding her huge ass from crushing you flat. You now found yourself in the valley between her thighs, as her legs were listed apart slightly.
“I’ve got a huge favor to ask, Chelsea.” Bethany groaned. “It’s about the guard office.”
“Oh?” Chelsea wondered, closing the door and trying to hide her smirk at seeing you more-or-less trapped between Bethany’s thighs, and the brown-haired giantess didn’t even notice.
“Yeah…see, the thing is…the key to the office has been lost. I lost it.”
“Are you serious? That’s…like…really bad.”
“I know.” Bethany’s shoulders sagged, and she brought her legs into each other so suddenly you couldn’t even react. In a second flat, you were pinned between her surprisingly toned thighs, squishy body flattening out like a pancake. “Every since signing on to the security guard position for this dormitory, I was afraid this would happen.”
“What are you doing to fix this?” Chelsea prompted, now worried for her friend and focused fully on Bethany, having not even noted your current predicament.
“I’ve ordered a replacement key, and it’ll actually be here tomorrow. Because I lost the key, the office door has to be kept open so that I can get in and out. Otherwise, we couldn’t access it in the case of an emergency. So, until the replacement key gets here, someone needs to sit in on the guard office all night tonight. Do you know how many valuable items are in that office? To say nothing of the strongbox full of cash.”
“You have to sit in that office all night?” Chelsea grimaced. “Sounds pretty rough.”
Bethany’s frown deepened. “That’s the worst part. I’m busy tonight. I’ve got a huge scholarship dinner party I need to attend. I can’t watch it and need someone else to instead.”
“Holdup.” Chelsea raised her hand. “Are you saying the office is unguarded now?”
“No, my friend is standing watch by the door. She also won a scholarship, so she’s headed to the dinner party with me.” Bethany raised her upturned eyes to Chelsea. “I was hoping maybe you could be the one to fill in for me…tonight.”
Chelsea shook her head sadly. “I’m so sorry Bethany, but I can’t. I’m really busy. I have a critical exam tomorrow, so I need to study AND get a good night’s sleep.”
“What?” Bethany titled her head. “Then why are you wearing a skimpy maid outfit and eating dinner in bed?” The brown-haired girl gestured to the food plates behind her, twisting in her seat to do so. Your miniscule body was dragged down under her left thigh as she swiveled against the mattress, vanishing beneath her meaty, dress pants-covered flesh.
“That’s unrelated!” Chelsea declared, a bit too quickly. “I lost a bet to my friend Tom…who you’re actually sitting on.” Chelsea mentally slapped her forehead, chastising herself for forgetting you for the whole conversation.
Bethany’s eyes widened, and she stood up, glancing down at the bed and taking note of your comically stretched and flattened form. “Goodness, I had no idea. I’m sorry Tom.” You flashed a weak thumbs up as your arm reinflated. Looking dejected, Bethany shuffled to the door. “Alright…guess I’ll try someone else…”
“Wait a sec!” Chelsea clapped her hands together. “Why doesn’t Tom watch the guard office tonight? He’s got no classes tomorrow, and he’d be more than willing to pitch in to help!”
You whipped your head to Chelsea in a double-take that went unnoticed by Bethany. Chelsea mouthed the words “sorry” to you and grinned. Looking back to Bethany, you noticed a small beginning to blossom on her face, and her eyes beginning to lose the murky depression that had hung over them since the moment she’d walked in.
Ah, what the hell.
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