A brief moment passed, and Sophie suddenly appeared lost in thought. Almost sheepishly, she stared down at you. “Hope this bikini isn’t too weird, or anything. Sorry. I just met you, and all. I basically wear adorable outfits like this all the time around the house…”
You shook your head. “No, of course not. Don’t apologize. I won’t impose on your hobbies. Besides, I think it really suits you.” You added, wanting to genuinely compliment her. Something about seeing such a cheery girl look down, even for a second, tore you up inside, and made you want to do anything for her.
Well, you sure earned that smile. Sophie flashed you a huge, warm smile, and you noticed a faint flush of pink in her cheeks. “Gee Jake, that’s really nice of you. You’re a charmer, little guy!” Sophie giggled.
Turning quickly on her heel, Sophie angled her phone over her shoulder, and snapped a picture of her beaming face and you standing on the floor. Effortlessly, the blonde giantess tapped away on her phone before looking back to you.
“So yeah, most pictures go on my Instagram story, but the best ones stay forever on my page.” Sophie explained. “Right now, I’m letting my fans know I’m about to start a livestream in a few minutes. That way, they can…pfft! Hee hee hee!” Sophie broke into laughter. “Jake! You look like a little dolly on the floor like that! Hee hee!”
You shrugged off that remark, figuring Sophie was probably right. Her camera angle hadn’t done you any favors. You posed a question. “So wait, you do livestreams too? What are those about?”
“Oh yeah, those are tons of fun!” Sophie exclaimed, before bending down and scooping you up into her arms. You couldn’t hold back a small gasp of surprise at her unexpected show of intimacy, then realized she was merely lifting you up onto her bed. Still, you were acutely aware of how, even just for a few seconds, Sophie’s hold on you squished your head against her boobs a bit. You were beginning to get the feeling Sophie wasn’t a fully attentive girl.
Once on her bed, Sophie continued. “I pretty much just sit around all day and stream, when I’m not doing a little photo shoot. Sometimes I react to videos, other times I just talk. I’ve played a few games before, but only the really easy, relaxing ones. Like the ones where you just take care of dogs and stuff. My audience likes those. Or that game with the adorable little animals. Like…Animal Street, or something. Animal…Cross…something.”
Smiling in spite of yourself at Sophie’s excitable rambling, you pointed to her computer. “So those streams earn you money, or are they just for fun?”
“Oh, loads of money!” Sophie clapped her hands together, and turned back to her computer. “I get money from ads and likes and stuff on my Instagram, and my stream viewers donate to see my do things. Nothing, like, super gross or anything. I’m not a pervy streamer, or a cam girl or something. Just little poses and stuff.” She checked her phone. “Speaking of, almost time to stream! One last pic!”
Sophie raised her phone and tried to strike a confident pose, but her foot slipped on a pink fuzzy sock by her desk. Squealing in an almost over-the-top fashion, Sophie pinwheeled her arms and toppled backwards. You laughed for exactly one second at her clumsiness, until you realized with a start that your position on her bed put you squarely in her landing zone.
Not even granted a second to cry out, Sophie’s well-rounded derriere slammed down into her plush bed, burying you beneath her right cheek. Your legs buckled and flattened beneath you as she feel, crushing you into a lumpy misshapen circle a few inches in diameter. Sophie’s pink bikini was wedged so much into her butt that you were entirely stuck to her bare creamy flesh.
Though it seemed to last an eternity, it was only seconds before Sophie stood back up and smiled in embarrassment. She brushed herself off, brain just barely registering a slightly off feeling on her butt, though she thought nothing more of it. That feeling was, of course, you. Though the impact only lasted a few seconds, it was enough to temporarily stick you to Sophie’s rear end like a squishy bumper sticker. Sophie glanced around for you for a second, noting your disappearance, before shrugging and reasoning that you’d wanted to leave before her stream.
“I’m such a klutz.” Sophie giggled, snapping her final pic and strutting over to her desk. You could feel your body bounce and sway along with the bodacious blonde’s booty, and you fought to peel yourself off and flutter back to the floor. You definitely didn’t want to still be stuck before she sat down for her stream. How could such an incident first meeting with Sophie come to this in seconds?
Unfortunately for you, Sophie was, and always was going to be, pretty forgetful. She’d been that way since she was born. She obviously hadn’t forgotten her whole conversation with you, but had totally missed the connection between you being on her bed before her fall, and now suddenly gone. As it was, the happy-go-lucky girl didn’t have a clue you were so tightly hugging her own fine ass. Fortunately for you though, her Instagram followers spotted you right away.
OMG! Did you just sit and crush that little doll? Read the first comment on her picture.
Sophie frowned at the comment, quirking her mouth to the side. She had no idea what it meant.
I barely even saw the squishy thing until I looked in the mirror. Read another comment.
It took Sophie’s ditzy brain a second, but she finally noted the squishy lump on her rump that was barely noticeable in the reflection of her full-size mirror in the photo. Craning her neck behind her, Sophie peered at her right butt cheek and gasped, spotting your plastered body immediately. Frantically, she scraped you free with her nails, until she had you resting as a flat little disc in her hands.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I’m super sorry Jake!” Sophie cried. “I didn’t mean to. I’m so dumb sometimes! I didn’t even feel you under my butt!” The frazzled girl ran her hands through her hair and glanced at the clock. Two minutes left until showtime. Just then, her phone binged again.
I’d pay twenty dollars to see you sit on it when the livestream starts. The comment read.
Twenty? How about fifty for some stomping? I bet it’d feel good on your soft carpet. Was the next comment.
Does that doll stretch and squish? What do I have to pay to see a cutie like you try to, like, wear the doll? Ya know, like a wrap-around top or something. Was the third comment.
Jeebus guys, you’re all on the ball. How’s two hundred sound to do all of it, Sophie? You’re our queen, after all! Was the fourth.
More and more requests began piling in, and Sophie’s face went slack with stunned awe. Her hands fell to her side, and her grip on you loosened. You slipped from her hand and slid down into the butt-shaped imprint of her desk chair. A powerful strawberry aroma from her perfume nearly overwhelmed you, but you weren’t an idiot. Her chair was the last place you wanted to be after that bed incident, so you continued trying to pop back into your one-foot shape.
Sophie’s eyes flicked over the comments eagerly, and she noted her livestream was beginning in one minute. Her brain already began imaging all the new outfits and cute shoes she could buy with the insane money her fans were offering. On the other hand, she chastised herself for even considering treating her sister’s tiny little fiancé as a prop for her show. Would she really stoop to that? Of course, Jake had seemed like a friendly and willing guy. Maybe he’d be up to it?
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