The plan was insane, even for you! Nearby, on the surface of the trash can, was a floating pollen grain stuck to the plastic's sticky surface. Confident that the aerodynamic work of nature could hold your minuscule weight, you get to work wrenching it from its sticky confines. Whatever the stuff was, it smelled horrible, even for trash can standards. Eventually, though, the pollen comes loose but gives you no time to react as the wind already starts to sweep it away. Grabbing onto the fluffy grains, you ride the floating pollen over the bench until you're just above where the man is sitting. Time briefly slows down as you gauge your release. From a distance, you can see and hear the colossal city bus pulling up to the curb. Now, right above the man's back, you decide it's now or never, and let go!
Something is wrong. The man wasn't supposed to be moving this much already! Perhaps he was anxious to get on, but that was going to cost you dearly. As you watch the stranger begin to rise from his seat, you quickly see where you're about to land: The endless expanse of the man's jean-clad ass. You smack into the rough fabric and keep sliding downward. The texture is quick to give you rug burn, and the smell here does nothing to improve your circumstances. Lower and lower you plummet at a frightening speed. Before long, your body hits the warm surface of the bench and everything goes black...
When you open your eyes, you immediately notice three things. Firstly, you can't move a muscle no matter how hard you try, everything hurts like hell, and you feel very dizzy. Secondly, the world around you is much bigger and blurrier than before, something tells you you're a bit smaller than before. Lastly, it's early in the morning now, you had been passed out all night, it was a miracle no one sat on you, or maybe they had and you were too small to feel the weight.
Almost an hour goes by before you hear the rhythmic booming of footsteps in the distance. Out of the corner of your eye, you can spot a girl with a thin, red jacket, jeans, and Chucks. She had bright red hair that looked freshly dyed, and a silver nose ring that also looked brand new. As she got closer to the bench, you could see remnants of tears in her eyes. She should have definitely been in school at this time, but that didn't concern you nearly as much as the fact that her back was turning to you, and the sky was giving way to the shadow of her immense ass. "Hey!!! Down here! Don't sit!" You shout as hard as your weakened lungs would allow. Of course, none of it made it to the girl's ears.
The world explodes around you as the massive buttocks settle into the bench seat. You can't begin to describe the pain you feel as your body is mashed into the girl's ass breaking what little bones you had left. The environment under her dominated your every sense; the heat and scent alone were enough to break your spirit. After a few minutes, the girl's butt begins to wiggle comfortably in the bench sealing your fate. your body is ground deep into the fabric of the unaware girl's jeans, where it would remain for the foreseeable future...
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