Chapter #4Under Naked Florence by: GTSRP   A wild mixture of disorientation at suddenly being the size of an insect, being star struck at the sight of the gorgeous and enormous Florence Pugh (totally in her birthday suit, at that) and simply not knowing what to do in time meant that John found himself beneath the giant actress' ass when she took a seat on the bed. Florence perched herself on the edge, right on John, before scooting further aboard until she had her back against the pillows and headboard.
From John's perspective, everything just went dark, the last thing he saw being Florence's mighty cheeks. How overwhelmed he was by his inexplicable downsizing and relocation atop a bed on a film set in the presence of an actress he adored couldn't hold a candle to the amount that he was overwhelmed simply by Florence's massive ass. He'd wanted to be this close to Florence, naked in bed, ever since he first saw her, but this was far from what he had in mind.
The little guy bore the entire weight of the giant woman, who was totally oblivious to his plight beneath her, and was carried along by it, attached to it like a fly splattered on a windshield, until she came to rest once more. Just as mystifyingly as he'd shrunk in the first place, John somehow wasn't squashed into a bloody slab of flesh under the comparatively gargantuan weight of Florence, though he could feel all of it. It was agonising for him, not that Florence cared, of course.
Florence picked up a cigarette from the nightstand, placed it in her mouth and lit it as she crossed one bare leg over the other. She just laid there and puffed smoke; it was truly an incredible sight. John would've thought it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, unfortunately for him, though, he couldn't see anything at the moment. He couldn't move any of his limbs off the bat and made the mistake of opening his mouth as much as he could in effort to call out for help which just allowed the plump flesh of Florence's ass to flood in, meaning that he couldn't yell nor even close it back up.
"So, how was that?" Florence asked the director.
"That was great, Florence," he began, gulping, just as unable to handle the sight of Florence naked as anyone would be, "I think we'll do it one more time, just in case. Everyone, get to setting it back up," he instructed the crew. "Shouldn't take too long, promise," he assured Florence. "Ugh.." the actress rolled her eyes nonetheless.
An assistant approached Florence with the robe she had just removed, to which Florence told her, "I'm good here for now, thanks. You can give me my phone, though." Unfortunately for John, Florence chose to stay seated on the bed, smoking in more ways than one. The actress mindlessly scrolled away on her phone and mindlessly tensed and untensed her toes, particularly comfortable where she was, while the crew ran errands around her and John laid flat, in pain, under all her weight, mouthful of ass.
1) John bites Florence's ass cheek in order to get her attention which startles her up with the exclamation, "What the fuck! There's fucking bedbugs!" Unfortunately for John, he looks just like one.
2) John bites Florence's ass cheek in order to get her attention which startles her up with the exclamation, "What the fuck! There's fucking bedbugs!" Unfortunately for John, he remains plastered to her ass cheek as she storms off set to her trailer.
3) John bites Florence's ass cheek in order to get her attention but she feels nothing more than an itch. She brings her fingers down under in order to scratch it away which has the adverse effect of pushing John between her cheeks.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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