This choice: Morgan wins, so Zoe gets up and leaves, and Morgan sees you on Zoe's chair. • Go Back...Chapter #7Dethroned and Rethroned by: bobob1   (Originally written by Hectic)
With your connection to the outside world completely cut off due to the crushing weight of your current captor. The only thing you knew about this girl was that her name was Zoe, she had a rather large, soft, butt, and she was evidently great at this stupid racing game. You didn’t even know if your new roommates were looking for you or not. They could have easily gotten caught up in conversation, eaten some delicious pizza, then headed home without you. After all, you hadn’t even lived for these three girls for a single night yet. You couldn’t possibly expect them to keep your wellbeing as their main priority at all times.
However, almost as if fate was giving you just a taste of salvation, Zoe just then lifted her ass into the air. For her, she was merely airing out her now overwhelmingly sweaty ass cheeks that were beginning to stick to the firm, plastic seat. But for you it gave you the briefest connection back into the realm of normal people, and as she did though you heard a recognizable voice say,
“Alright, Cruising through California racetrack on the hardest difficulty sound good?” You couldn’t believe your ears, but it was Morgan’s voice! If you could have known how hard she was looking for you before you would have been even more grateful to your hopeful savior, but even being close to someone you knew gave you a flash of positivity in this otherwise depressing situation. However, before you could get too excited, Zoe dropped her rear a few inches back onto the firm seat, obliterating you once more. Once again, reality became muffled and your entire world was sweaty ass above you with unforgiving plastic beneath you. Your fate was in Morgan’s hands entirely, and she didn’t even know it.
“Sounds good to me,” Zoe said while grinning. She adjusted her seat forward an inch to make the seat even more tight around her tall and voluptuous frame. This increased the pressure on you yet again, but gave her a bit more control that she felt like she might need to beat Morgan. The two beautiful giantesses watched their respective screens as the countdown to the start flashed, until finally the green light signaled the start and they both slammed their feet onto the pedals. It was clear the two girls were neck and neck in terms of skill with this game, keeping pace with each other almost exactly. Of course, you had no clue about the outcome of the race. Your only way of discerning any information was how harshly Zoe would lean onto one cheek or the other as she took sharp turns, either crushing you worse or giving you the briefest of respites.
Around two minutes of torture (for you) later and exhilarating fun for the girls, they were reaching the final stretch of the race. Zoe was actually in the lead by a few car lengths, feeling confident that she would keep her tremendous win streak alive. However, out of seemingly nowhere, Morgan took a sharp turn and jumped across an entire out-of-bounds section of the track! Zoe’s jaw dropped as Morgan’s car landed far and away ahead of hers. Zoe shifted gears in desperation, but it was too late. Morgan’s car zoomed across the finish line first, with Zoe a second behind.
“Hell yeah!” Morgan exclaimed, pumping a fist in front of her, “That was a great race! I didn’t tell ya this before but I have the console version of this game at home so I know all the shortcuts! You definitely would have had me if not for that!” Having clearly enjoyed the competition, Morgan warmly talked to the girl beside her. Part of Zoe wanted to be mad about losing finally, but the overwhelming warmth and sincerity that Morgan was giving off mere seconds after seeming so competitive won her over. Zoe simply smiled back,
“Agreed, not a single other person in here could come close to beating me. I’ve gotta give credit where credit’s due, you’re really good at the game.” Zoe then stood up for the first time in over an hour. For a brief moment it felt like you would be torn in half, with your body’s squishy characteristics being stuck equally to the girls damp ass flesh as well as the plastic chair. But after a brief tug, you popped free of the giantess’s derriere and snapped back into being a flat sticker on the seat of the chair. You watched as her red miniskirt fluttered back down, just barely covering the butt cheeks that you had gotten to know so well. Shaking yourself out of the physical distress you felt, you finally realized that Morgan must have won! Looking upwards now, Zoe continued to talk, “Here the Player 1 seat is all yours, you’ve earned it! It’s probably about time for me to get out of here anyway! Hopefully I see you again sometime, I’d love to have a rematch!” You then watched the girl walk away, taking a moment to appreciate how attractive she was. In your head you thought shallowly,
“If I’m going to be squished left and right throughout time living on my own, I’m at least glad it’s underneath beautiful women like her or my roommates.” You prided yourself upon being a positive person for the most part, despite finding yourself in a myriad of seemingly hopeless situations quite often due to your size. But of course as fate seemed to love to do to you, the second you thought about being thankful to be crushed by good looking girls, you saw Morgan’s equally impressive ass stand up from the seat next to you. You saw that she had changed into ever so slightly less revealing athletic wear from earlier, but they still did nothing to hide her toned curves. You cried internally, assuming that once more you would be decimated under an unaware ass. At the very least this time you would be underneath someone you knew though. Ideally you would stick to her shorts, hitch a ride home, then unstick yourself when she changed later in the evening.
Already planning for more hours of pressure, you were confused when it didn’t immediately come. You looked up to see not Morgan’s buns, but her eyes, and they were staring right at you! Her face had a look of utter shock, as did yours. In this exact moment, a wave of relief washed over your body, not just for the current situation, but for the future too. Quinn’s no-nonsense tough-love for tinies and Avery’s overwhelming combination of flirtation and forgetfulness had led you to believe that you were going to end up crushed more often than not. But seeing how Morgan actually checked a seat before dropping her ass into it was a game-changer. Perhaps there was hope for you to live normally amongst these three girls after all! You knew that was a pipe dream, but the thoughtfulness of Morgan gave you just enough hope to keep that dream alive.
“Holy shit, Hunter!? Were you under that girl the entire time!? Have you been here since we got here!?” Morgan said down to you. You weren’t sure if she actually expected a response, or if she was just thinking out loud. You wished desperately that you could respond to your new friend, but you couldn’t. And at just that moment another relatively younger woman approached the racing game setup.
“Hey, I saw you beat that girl who was beating everyone, you up to race me?” She said excitedly.
“Ah actually I’m just saving these seats for a moment, sorry. Maybe in a bit though!” Morgan fumbled through her words slightly. In reality she loved competition and honestly did want to race this new girl. But her worry about your wellbeing was far more important at the moment.
“Actually we have a policy here to not save seats on the games. You must either play or give the game up to whoever else wants it.” The sleepy waitress from earlier approached the two. She really didn’t want to get involved in a dispute of any kind, but once again she couldn’t afford to lose her job for being caught not policing the rules.
Morgan’s mind raced with fear, she had no clue what to do. If she sat down and raced this girl, then she knew you would at least be safe, albeit crushed underneath her butt. Maybe she could beat this one girl super quick then work on freeing you. But part of her still would feel terribly guilty about crushing you intentionally. She thought briefly about texting Quinn or Avery to come and take the seat from her. It seemed like either her sister or her new roommate cared far less about squishing you than she did herself, so perhaps she would spare herself the agony of doing it herself. Lastly, her third option was to simply come clean to the waitress and the challenger about you. However she had no idea how Pizza Palace’s policies towards tiny customers were. After so many years of society growing accustomed to tiny men, it was likely that they would be understanding, but some establishments still took advantage of the relatively relaxed policing towards the mistreatment of tinies.
Morgan’s mind jumped through the options, until finally she decided...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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