This choice: Sharing a Room with the Apathetic CEO, Lakshmi • Go Back... To say you were stunned at the sight of the woman who strolled through the door a moment after your wife called for her would be an understatement of the highest order. It was probably more accurate to say that you were shocked beyond belief.
The woman who entered was, perhaps, the most proportionally pronounced woman you'd ever laid eyes on in your life, and that was saying something given the extremely curvaceous women in your circle of friends and family. She was massive, in every conceivable way, and yet somehow still struck an impossible figure and physique, like all her weight had been evenly distributed to the right places. Her bust was incredulously massive, her ass even more phenomenally huge, her hips wide and swaying, her thighs thick as tree trunks, and her gut visibly pronounced. She was staggeringly tall too, combining both height and weight into one complete package of stunning heft. There was a whole lot of 'woman' to this woman.
And yet, despite being visibly and dramatically overweight by the technical term, she was jaw-droppingly beautiful too. She visibly carried herself with confidence and self-assurance, like she was fully aware of how beautiful she was and how commanding her presence was. Her dark brown skin was smooth and flawless, her amber eyes glistened in a lovely manner, and her curly black hair framed her alluring face. This wasn't a woman anyone would dare to mock over her excess weight. This was a woman people who beg to be given the chance to know better.
But even still, though your heart fluttered at the sight of her, and your eyes found themselves drawn to her plump, lipstick-coated lips, you paused in concern at the look on her face. Her expression was one of complete and utter disinterest, borderline apathy. And, in your experience, that expression was never a good portent for you and your fellow tinies when in the presence of such a woman.
As soon as she entered, the woman spotted you and Irma, and she raised an eyebrow. Her apathetic expression morphed into one of muted disgust, the woman's lips pulling into a faint sneer. Not outright hate, or sadistic intent, like you saw from giantesses like Theresa, but it definitely didn't help your feeling of dread. Clicking her tongue, the woman turned away and began perusing the therapy room itself, giving you and Irma a full view of her larger-than-life wobbling booty, packed into skin-tight dress slacks that were nearly painted-on to the woman's immensely huge rear. Her attire in general was one that evoked professionalism, but her obscene curves extended her slacks and her frilled blouse to absurd proportions.
"Miss Lakshmi, how do you like the room?" Your wife asked, as happy and cheerful as ever.
"Hmm." The woman, apparently named Lakshmi, tsked. "I've seen far better. But I suppose it's fine, darling. I certainly know not to blame you for the room's condition, you're just an employee here. I'm sure you're trying your hardest."
"Aw, thanks!" Brinley blushed. She then glanced down at you and Irma, and giggled. "Wait, what are you two doing on the table? Like, you guys can take a seat too!" Without waiting for your reply, your wife happily scooped you and your client up and dumped you into one of the empty chairs, much to your surprise and Irma's panic. The tiny girl even collapsed onto you as your wife rather carelessly deposited both of you onto the chair, and you found your face summarily squished under your fellow affected's perky rear.
Brinley then busied herself grabbing some supplies from the cabinets in the room, and while she was distracted, Lakshmi sauntered back towards the center of the room, to the chairs. She then, without so much as glancing down to ensure the landing zone of her chair was a safe space, bent at the knees and began to sit...right atop you and Irma.
Irma, too stunned to scream, could only scramble uselessly for safety, not getting close to making it. And you, your face squashed by Irma's ass, couldn't muster a sound either, and could only stare up in horror as the biggest ass you'd ever witnessed in your entire life descended from the sky like the booty of an astral goddess coming to snuff out your existence without a care in the world.
And then Lakshmi's ass made contact with the chair, and you were crushed into oblivion, right alongside the equally as smushed Irma.
Lakshmi, due to her unfathomable proportions, barely fit into the confines of the chair, which was insane given the chair had been specifically designed to accommodate women of all sizes. She was simply that immense, and her gelatinous, doughy ass poured into every spare crevice of the chair, filling up the space completely and still pushing up against the back and armrests. With a grunt, Lakshmi forced herself deeper and tighter against the chair, further demolishing you and Irma under her mighty, all-consuming derriere.
Brinley finally turned around then, realized what had happened, and giggled. "Oh, gosh! Whoops, this is totally my bad!"
"What's happened?" Lakshmi asked, with only mild interest.
"You totally sat on my coworker and her client! I put them on that chair, and you missed 'em!" Brinley giggled again. "That's a silly start to our little session, huh?"
Lakshmi arched an eyebrow imperiously. Glancing down at her big booty, she gave it a few squirms (causing you and Irma to be horrifically grinded and smeared under her crushing, agonizing weight), and then the woman finally felt your presence...barely. "Hmm. I suppose I did."
"It's okay, accidents happen! If you could just stand up, and then--"
"'Stand up'? Why should I?"
Brinley blinked. "Huh?"
"Those two tinies got in my way, not the other way around." Lakshmi explained, like it was the simplest thing in the world. "It hardly seems fair for me to need to inconvenience myself for their mistakes."
"Uh, um, I mean...I think it was just kinda an accident from both of you, right? Like, I don't think they planned to get sat on, right?"
"Hmph, perhaps. But that only begs the question of why they didn't bother to move, or save themselves? It's a common trend with tinies, isn't it? Expecting other people to do work for them, leaning on such vapid excuses as their size or speed. As if they want the world to cater to their whims. And far be it from me to tell tinies how to live their lives, but when they become nuisances and barge into my life, my world? The world of us normal-sized women? That's where I draw the line."
"Um...I think I get what you're saying?" Brinley shook her head. "I don't really agree though. And, like, I know my wife can handle anything, because she's like a super awesome and super selfless little gal! But her client might not appreciate being, uh, your butt cushion. You've got a really nice butt, though!"
Lakshmi huffed a laugh in surprise. "Thanks, I suppose? And while I want you to know I find this tedious, I suppose I can indulge you just this once. Or rather, indulge the little tiny who couldn't handle her own problems." With a great sigh, like this was the biggest inconvenience in the world, Lakshmi stood up (in the most painful of ways, grinding her ass against the seat as she rose). She then turned, and presented her wobbling booty to your wife.  You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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