Brinley gasped. "Oh, tinies! Oh no, I'm sorry!" She hopped to her feet in an instant, and spun around to observe the damage she'd caused. Affected-sized backpacks, papers, and pencils were scattered everywhere, and one tiny dude was left as a twitching blob. Thankfully, Brinley had one of her rare moments of clarity and realized she might have more passengers on her ass, so she began leaping around and shaking her booty in an unintentionally sensual display not too dissimilar to twerking. One by one, tinies popped from her ass and fluttered back down onto the seat the blonde had claimed, which was a bit warm from the minute of heat her ass had exerted onto the wooden bench.
"Sorry cuties!" Brinley winced. She then thrust her ass towards the professor. "Did I get them all? My butt's a little too big for me to check myself!"
The professor had already stopped caring, and merely grunted. Brinley took that as an acknowledgement, gave another heartfelt apology to her booty-crushing victims, adjusted her miniskirt, and then found an actual open seat a few rows back. She hustled over, slammed down onto the bench, wriggled a bit until she was comfy, and then got ready for class to start.
There was just one problem...you were still adhered to her ass.
When Brinley had sat, her butt crack had landed directly atop you, sparing you for one fleeting moment before the blonde had wriggled about. In squirming around, you'd been decimated by both of her ass cheeks, and instantly flattened and crushed. Worse, a part of you had adhered to her panties, and as they got dragged deeper into the consuming embrace of her ass, so too did you. And then after the second sitting and squirming session? About two-thirds of your body was wedged into Brinley's sweaty and slightly-ripe ass crack, while the rest of you (specifically your face) was glued face-first into the blonde's hot tanned flesh, sticking to her left butt cheek. Her incredible and painful weight had completely dominated you, and there wasn't a thing you could do about it.
You tried, though. You absolutely tried. You'd always been a fighter. It was the only way you'd been able to survive the past two decades of your life, really. With a sadistic cousin, a merciless cousin, a careless and innocently insensitive aunt, and above-average bad luck, you'd had to toughen up and learn how to handle yourself. And yet sadly, Brinley's ass had soundly defeated you. There wasn't a single thing you could do to escape from out from under her, or otherwise flag the blonde's attention.
You stayed crushed to her sticky booty for the entire Psychology 202 course. Then, Brinley headed to her next class, and you remained stuck there too. Then the class after that, the one after that, and finally her fifth and last class of the day. Hours on end, you remained stuck to Brinley's ass, slipping a little bit deeper into the depths of her butt crack as the minutes crept by, soaked to the bone by the blonde's sweat. Every time she sat, you were rocked with fleshy crushing pain, and when she walked between classes, her planetary posterior ground you up like putty between her grinding butt cheeks.
This is the worst day of my life. You bemoaned, realizing you'd just missed making a proper first impression in literally all of your classes for the semester, and instantly putting yourself behind on the work load.
Finally, after a particularly long and brutal walking session, you felt the refreshing breeze of air conditioning as Brinley entered the dorms. Strolling (unknowingly, of course) right by the room you shared with Anneli, Brinley headed up another floor and then over to the room she had. Letting herself in with the key, she stepped into her dorm room, closed the door, and then grinned at the sight of her roommate.
Vanessa Ohng was one of the most popular girls on the entire Weston University campus, and it constantly tickled Brinley to know Vanessa genuinely didn't like her fame. She was as introverted as they came, it just so happened that she had traditionally extroverted hobbies. The Korean-American girl was drop-dead gorgeous, an absolute image of some sort of goddess of physical fitness. She was about 5'8", had close-cropped silky black hair, and smooth tanned skin. She was lithe, toned, lean, with pronounced muscles all through her body. Her arms, her legs, and especially her washboard abs...it was the stuff of legends on the Weston campus, and people constantly wanted to take pictures with Vanessa when she walked by. Vanessa didn't exactly help herself out in that regard, given her propensity for wearing little more than a sports bra and compression shorts at all times (utilizing Weston's' lax dress code policy quite well).
At the current moment, Vanessa was deep into a lengthy session of push-up reps, nearing eighty. She was pouring sweat, and yet she still retained a concentrated expression, and her arms weren't quivering at all. Brinley adored watching Vanessa work out, partly because Vanessa was quite pretty, but also because Brinley loved seeing physically talented people in action. It inspired her.
Brinley set her stuff down, and then began stripping naked. She was planning to take a quick shower before Vanessa took a much longer heated soak in the tub, and both girls were super comfortable around each other to not care about modesty. Tossing her clothes aside, Brinley grabbed fresh underwear to change into after her shower, but then paused to glance at her phone one last time before entering the bathroom.
That brief delay allowed Vanessa to finish her workout, the girl sucking down a few deep breaths and draining nearly her entire water bottle, before almost instantly regaining steady breathing and calmness. And it was that calmness that led her eyes to happen to glance at her roommate's prodigious posterior, where Vanessa's eagle-eyes landed right on your splotchy body, which had stayed adhered to Brinley's ass crack even after the blonde had taken off her panties.
Vanessa rolled her eyes. "You not watch where you sat today, Brinley?" She asked, teasingly. She'd been Brinley's roommate since last semester, and was fully aware of the blonde's colossally unobservant, ditzy, forgetful behaviors, particularly around tinies.
Brinley smiled at her, not understanding. "Watch out for what, Van?"
"Tinies. You've got one on your ass." Vanessa pointed to you.
Brinley paled. "Oh, gosh, do I? Oh no, I'm so sorry, cutie!" Brinley rushed off towards the bathroom.
"Wait, I can just grab her for--"
"I got it!" Brinley said, cutting her roommate off by closing the bathroom door. Brinley had recognized her own mistake, and wanted to be the one to fix it.
And, technically speaking, she did. It just took over ten minutes. The bodacious blonde tries to use the full-size mirror to assist her, but she kept forgetting how depth perception worked and kept backing up into the mirror, smashing her ass into it and crushing you with her meaty cheeks over and over. Then she'd gasp, apologize, reposition herself, and inevitably do it again. And it it wasn't that, it was her poor aim in trying to scrape you off her booty flesh, where she spent more time mashing you with her finger and smearing you into her sweaty cheek than actually saving you from the butt you'd been bonded to all day.
Finally, she freed you, and she set you down on the sink counter. "Gosh, I'm so sorry, you pretty little thing! I hate that I kept squishing you with my big old butt! Lemme shower real quick, and then we can talk more, okay?"
You gave a muffled grunt in response, which the blonde giggled at. She then hopped into the shower and began bathing, while your smushed form feebly twitched and tried to reform. Brinley's ass had dominated you for an entire day, and you knew the process of recovery would not be an expedient one. Still, by the time Brinley turned off the water and emerged like a nude aqua goddess, you were basically back to normal.
And so, of course, Brinley grabbed her towel and dragged it towards herself right through your path, knocking you to the ground, where you ended up falling into the mammoth-sized bra cup of the clean top Brinley had laid out for herself.  You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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