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Stan did his darndest to relax, but the sketchy nature of his partner unsettled him greatly. Izzy may have been lazy, unhygienic and negligent, but she wasn’t crooked. Was she?
Sitting on his hands like this wasn’t something he considered to be productive. Stan needed to know more, but then he recalled what she did before she left, he was currently resting in her abused seat, not incidentally. This was a threat.
Too much was on his mind. So much so that he missed the approach of a less than savory individual. It wasn’t until he heard the metallic scratchings in the window above him that he noticed the perpetrator. Stan tried to yell, but then he remembered how small his voice was. He searched frantically for his tiny megaphone, only to remember that it was in a little equipment container on the passenger seat’s side of the dashboard.
The door popped open, giving him a view of his invader. She was big to say the least. Thighs as thick as Christmas hams that lead up to the globes she called butt cheeks, each might as well be boulders as far as Stan was concerned. She had a noticeably pudgy belly tucked into the waistband of her pants. Traveling up were her E cup breasts wobbling like crazy under her shirt. Her face was cover in a black ski mask, she had a set of thick full lips covered in red lipstick. Her bright green eyes shone through the eye slits and strangely enough, a hole was cut out of the top to let out a ponytail of black hair. She was dressed in an all gray sweatsuit which was pulled tight over her large body.
In a last ditch effort, Stan screamed at the top of his lungs. This went unheeded, however, as this woman was incredibly hyped up to do this crime! Her booty crashed down on him like a meteor! The chair crunched, destroyed instantly on impact, while the metal rod of the crane was now bent into the curve of her rump. She was shocked at this and sat up while pulling out from beneath her. Sadly, Stan didn’t go with it. He unbuckled his seatbelt earlier while waiting, which sealed his doom as he was shot up her crack as soon as she sat down and the unanticipated *crunch* caused her to clench her cheeks, sealing him in tightly.
“Aw yeah! Tiny stuff sells big time!” The woman said pulling out a small crowbar from the side waistband of her pants. She quickly wedged the crane out of the roof of the car, then did the same thing to the radio, both the police and regular one. She haphazardly stacked them on top of each other, then ran away as fast as she could!
This was torment for Stan as her butt cheeks ground him into the threads of her sweats. She ran surprisingly far given her size, but this also built up some sweat. In a matter of a minute, she developed some horrid swamp crack! He stewed in his damp prison as he waited for her to slow down. Eventually she did, the pounding became a light crushing as she settled down to a walk. He heard much fiddling as she set things down, picked them back up again, messed with locks and opened doors.
Then Stan saw the light again as she peeled off her soaking sweatpants and kicked them off on the floor. This managed to give him a view of her, fortuitously. She was currently standing in her black lace panties and bra. First impression of her half naked body was the tattoos! She had fully sleeved arms and legs of various things from flowers to skulls to animals (jungle cats mostly). There was some interesting murals on the top of her belly, lots of stuff on her tits, back was covered and even one or two face tatts. Surprisingly though, her massive rump was clear, a big white blank canvas. Her face was actually very pretty with full but not fat cheeks and other nice creamy round features, the only real flaw being a slight double chin. Her black hung down to the top of her crack straight but with wavy parts.
Stan had mixed feelings, while he was on edge for being in a criminal’s hideout, he was also taken aback by her beauty. Now wasn’t the time for him to get distracted, though. What was to befall him next?
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