Yuri read peacefully, extremely comfortable. The intimate skin-on-skin contact between her butt and your face was incredibly soothing. And the warm tickle of your shallow breaths from her crack. She still wasn’t sure what made her ask you to do this, but she was happy that she did. She flipped to the next page of her book, becoming comfortably engrossed in the story and barely remembering you.
You, meanwhile, were having the opposite experience. Yuri’s ass crushed your face into the seat. Her constant heavy pressure forced you to actively concentrate on breathing, angling your nose through her enormous cheeks to find the smallest pockets of air. Those pockets came with their own catch too; the smell coming from the absolute depths of Yuri’s crack was…less than pleasant to say the least.
And that’s the position you two stayed in for the next hour. Every five minutes or so, Yuri would lift up a cheek slightly for a few seconds to let you fill up your slowly depleting lungs. Part of that was concerning though, because it meant she knew you were struggling to breathe. Worse, the more she read, the further between these breaks got. You were dizzy-eyed by the time she lifted up for the last few. If Yuri bothered to look down, she’d have seen a cherry-red face with matted hair and a sweaty forehead. But she didn’t.
She was just finishing one of those breaks now. Once she was convinced you’d had sufficient air, she plopped herself back down, monolithic cheeks wobbling with the impact of her full weight smushing you into the chair. She shuffled slightly to get comfortable, arching backwards and slipping you even deeper in your fleshy prison. Once she was sufficiently comfy, she went back to reading.
There was a problem though. You couldn’t breathe. Yuri’s warm skin molded so effortlessly to your poor nose and mouth that there was no place to wriggle to for air. Alarmed, you tapped on Yuri’s thigh to try and get her attention. Your arms moved slowly and weakly. Your prolonged fight for air was taking its toll on you.
“Please stop distracting me MC, I just gave you an air break.”
Yuri took your wrist in her hand, easily pushed it back down, and continued reading. She didn’t even move an inch. You cried another weak plea into her oppressive cheeks, but all you accomplished was a small vibration in the fatty flesh encompassing you. Your lungs were starting to ache now, and you brought your hand up again, hoping Yuri would get it if you kept pestering her. You were met with the same callous response.
Your legs were kicking out on their own now, and your body was reacting completely on instinct. Your depleted arms moved up and your hands grasped Yuri’s soft cheeks in a vain attempt to push the girl off. She was much too heavy, and you were too exhausted. You were seeing stars now. If Yuri didn’t get up soon, you would pass out.
What happens next?
1) Yuri slaps your hands down again. You pass out under her butt.
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