This choice: "I'm starving so I'm digging in, hop up and join!" too hungry to notice you • Go Back...Chapter #7Maid Mishap by: Unknown “Okay Tom, I’m starving so I’m digging in, hop up and join in!” Chelsea grinned, ravenously licking her lips. Without even so much a glance at her surroundings, where she surely would’ve noticed your confusing absence, Chelsea snatched up a sizable chicken sandwich and launched into gobbling it down. As starving as she was (and still slightly flustered from her embarrassingly revealing outfit) Chelsea didn’t even bother with table manners.
Of course, it wasn’t as if you were really in a position to either notice or joke about your dormmate’s insatiable appetite or comedic eating habits. You were still crushed flat, smushed underneath Chelsea’s impossibly large ass, buried beneath the flesh of her left butt cheek, painfully flattened under her full weight, and she didn’t have the foggiest idea.
The fact of her oblivious state of mind was quite readily enforced as your titanic dormmate continuously rubbed her butt back and forth against the bedsheets while trying to get comfortable, unknowingly grinding you beneath her warm butt flesh over and over, your tiny body smearing and smudging. You wished to wiggle or squirm for her attention, but it was no use. You were simply too forcibly smashed and growing worse by the second.
Ten minutes into dinner, and Chelsea was still merrily munching away on the very meal she had been contractually obligated to serve to you. She was much too distracted with cramming more scrumptious dessert into her lips then even thinking of conversing with her miniscule dormmate. If she had, she might have connected the slight itch under her left butt cheek with her tiny friend’s disappearance.
The heat beneath Chelsea’s tanned buttocks soon reached critical levels of sweltering swampiness, you and Chelsea’s skin coated in viscous layers of sweat. Your tiny body, thoroughly decimated by your giantess friend’s comparable gigantic derriere, began to stick more adheringly to her flesh. You feared a more permanent imprisonment against Chelsea’s butt may be in your future, so you renewed your rather futile attempts at escape.
After twenty minutes, Chelsea downed the rest of her soda, let out a rather impressive burp, and hoisted herself back up onto her (thankfully heel-less) feet. Still not glancing backwards, Chelsea dug around in her drawer for clean underwear, then spoke aloud.
“Gonna shower really quick, Tom.” She said, crossing the room over to her bathroom. “I’m covered in sweat and…actually, I’ll stop. That’s gross.” She laughed, swinging open the door. “By all means, keep eating while I shower. Hope you enjoyed your meal…master.” Chelsea added with an over-the-top bow, before closing the bathroom door.
Her words definitely resonated with you, but only truly served to make you more upset that you weren’t able to enjoy the delicious meal Chelsea had whipped up, all because her inexperience with heels had led her to trip and tumble, her bum squashing you like a bug. Without the overbearing pressure of the bed keeping you flat, you fought to reform as quickly as possible, but it was truly useless.
You had, of course, been squished right into Chelsea’s bare flesh, as her revealing panties hardly covered up the wide expanse of her massive ass. As such, you remained wholly plastered to her skin as she wiggled out of her lingerie and risqué maid uniform, throwing the borrowed clothes into a pile and then hopping into the shower, letting the steamy water cascade down her beautiful body.
Try as you might, the shower only proceeded to further cement your place on Chelsea’s ass. The water pounded into your body, stinging your skin and keeping you flat, and the coarse wash cloth and thick bar of soap Chelsea traced along her booty (and you, by extension) only further pressed you into her doughy ass cheek. At this point, your smeared body barely resembled a standard tiny, and looked more like a misshapen tattoo. This was made even worse by your face being scrunched up into Chelsea’s jiggly flesh instead of facing outward.
Chelsea dried herself off like she would any day, paying no mind to not tear at and roughly grind away at the battered body of her best friend, helplessly glued to her ass like a poor sticker. After toweling off, your dormmate slipped into some comfy panties and a matching bra, and it was here that your fate was truly sealed. Far more modest than her skimpy maid underwear, Chelsea’s panties (almost) fully covered her butt, totally hiding you from view and acting as a skintight wall of pressure keeping you flattened and held in place.
Finally stepping into baggy sleep pants and a loose t-shirt, Chelsea retreated from the bathroom and back into the bedroom. She carefully deposited the clothes belonging to Sydney near the door to the dorm, then plopped back down onto her bed. Turning to the plates of food to utter some sly remark about whether or not you enjoyed her fulfilling the bet, the stunned brunette finally noticed your absence.
“Yo Tom, how did…you…what? Tom, where did you go? Tom?” Chelsea frowned, peering down at the remains of her rather crude feast. She didn’t spot you anywhere. Quite clearly, this was because you were still functioning as an unsightly tattoo and imperceptible padding beneath her perfect ass, but Chelsea was obviously still unaware of this fact, and seemed set to not figure it out for quite a long time.
Rotating back and forth her in seat, Chelsea scanned the room and once more subjected you to painful grinding beneath her shapely derriere. Further and further your body sank into the pillowy abundance of her fleshy ass cheek, and more and more did your skin begin to adhere to her own. You grew closer to truly becoming a tattoo on her ass, one that would take considerably more effort than a simple fingernail to remove.
Finally standing, Chelsea squatted low and crept around her room, peering under her bed, inside of her discarded heels, and under each of the plates, continuously calling your name. You wanted desperately to answer her, but even if your mashed, mangled, crushed lump of a body could speak, the doughy mass of butt flesh squeezed against your mouth would muffle all noise.
Growing more concerned, Chelsea’s astute mind finally jumped back to the moment where she had fallen onto her bed, and a bright blush lit up her cheeks. Gazing back at her sleep pants-clad buttocks sheepishly, Chelsea backed up to her mirror, fully expecting to see you. Finding you absent, Chelsea yanked down her sleep pants, but found no trace of you on her panties either. Sadly, she stopped just short of wiggling down her panties and finding you but had no reason currently to actually believe you had been squished under her naked ass.
Pulling her pants back up, Chelsea slapped her forehead and remembered she had been wearing the main outfit when she fell, not her pajamas. Rummaging through the pile of Sydney’s clothes by the door, Chelsea methodically and dutifully scanned the inside and outside of the skirt, and the inside and outside of the panties. To her dismay, she still found no trace of you, even though she was certain she’d locate your squished body somewhere amongst the uniform, peel you off, and receiving a sarcastic remark from her tiny little dormmate.
Standing up, flustered and anxious, Chelsea paced around her room, running her hands through her hair. Sadly, her pacing meant her plump cheeks bounced up and down as she walked, shaking you around dizzyingly. Chelsea’s mind was blanking on any remaining ideas for how to locate you, as she had no clue what had even caused your disappearance (and she didn’t even want to entertain the idea that she had eaten you). Frankly, she was losing hope. Maybe she should check her bare ass after all...
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