A *little* chat from a *big* friend

"..and then he had the audacity to then ask me if I wanted to get back together with him! How messed up is that?!?" Ari screampt, pacing the floor of her large bedroom. I sat myself on her bed and watched, agreeing with her, and occasionally giving her advice. The whole thing she was going off about was her toxic ex wanting her back after he had sex with her best friend.
She looked down at me, sighed, then plopped down next to me. The mattress rumbled, and I went flying in the air and onto a pillow at the foot of her bed. Every time Ari sits down next to me on any type of soft surface, I always end up getting yeeted, ending up moving from wherever I was to wherever I don't want to be. Ya know, stuff like that happens when you're literally 2 inches tall.
A hand came down and snatched me from where I had fallen, leveling me with my giant friends eyes. I saw myself in the reflection of her glasses, and realized just how small I was compared to her massive fingers. I barely look like a kid barbie doll.
"Sorry, ugh, I always do that. You alright?" She asked, and obviously I was. Even if I landed on the hard floor next to the pillow, I would have been fine. I nodded my head and hummed a yes. The thing with tinies, like myself, is that we have the durability of a regular sized human, just compacted into our tiny bodies. I felt the same as she would if she just sat down on the floor super fast or something.
Ari lifted me closer to her face, and her cheeks went red, "okay, I know I said I wouldn't ask you this again, but you know with everything that just happened--I know its not that big of--"
"Okay, fine," I responded, knowing exactly what she was going to say.
"Wait, really?"
"Yeah, I don't mind. Just please, uh, try to be a little more chill this time."
She grinned, then set me down on the bed next to her lap. This was a little ritual of ours every once in a while. When something stressful happened to her, usually caused by her ex, she would... I'm just going to be straight up here, she would sit on me. Apparently having her small friend under her ass felt so good it would just magically get her to forget about her problems.
We figured this out a year ago, when Ari accidentally sat on me, too distracted with her stressful day. Apparently the seat was so comfy for her and her ass just felt so great that she was fine a few minutes later. She also used to have a drinking problem, and I said she could sit on me for a bit instead of drinking her problems away. It was healthy for her, and I did it to help, but sometimes I wish she had stuck to the alcohol, ya know?
A shadow appeared over me, and her fat ass came crashing down on me. I heard a small grunt before I practically went deaf under her. I was pushed down into the bed, trapped with a triangle of blanket under me, and two ass cheeks on either side of me. I was whipped around and rubbed against her soft leggings as she got comfy. The pressure moved from left to right, her legs adjusting one at a time.
After I thought she was comfy, I relaxed a little bit. Turns out she wasn't done yet, as I felt myself getting lifted up into the air, stuck to the fabric of her leggings. I fell off moments before her ass fell on me. Ari got up and sat back down again hard, and of course I got stuck to her ass in the process. My head was forced up from the impact, so I was fully enveloped in her crack. I cursed under what breath I had left.
She made a few more movements, rubbing back and forth to get herself comfy, then relaxed. It was hard to hear from down there, only muffled noises and an occasional audible word, but I swear I heard her moan when she put all her weight on me. I told myself this is to help her, no complaining, she needs this, this is fine. Then I heard her voice start up again. I couldn't hear full words, but I could tell by the tone of her voice that this was going to be a long night.

30 miserable minutes later

I was drenched in sweat from being in her crack for so long. I was just relieved of some pressure for a second as she jumped up to get comfy again. She was still talking, and I had no idea when it would stop. I tried to yell for a break, or to at least catch my breath, but she couldn't hear me from all the way below her. What's worse is that every time she got really angry, she would jump up and down on the bed, crushing me more and shoving me deeper in her crack. She even got so angry that she clenched her cheeks together, probably without realizing it, and I was squeezed on all sides. I should have made the last time really be the last time.
It was another 10 minutes before she was finished, and she moved less the longer she talked. I was still constantly squished, flattened, squeezed, rubbed around, and bounced around. I heard her voice stop after a long grunty sigh, and relief washed over me. She gave me one last bounce on the bed, her cheeks spreading, pushing me farther between them, then she promptly stood up. I was trapped, and with the sweat combined with the unending pressure of being smashed and squished in there for what felt like an eternity, I was stuck good. She whipped around to pick me up, but obviously for me, I wasn't there. She knelt down to ruffle through the blanket she had been sitting on, and I was now stretched out in her cheeks. It did pop my back though, which felt nice.
I heard her sigh, then a hand reached for her ass to find me. This isn't the first time I've been stuck here. She poked at my back, my ant sized ass now violated like the rest of my body today.
"Okay, I think I got everything out. I feel, like, a lot better. Even if this is the last time I'll use--you'll help me, this was a good way to end it," she delightedly said. I was happy that she was fine now, but I desperately wanted to get out of her sweaty cheeks.
While hoping she would take me out soon, I was jerked around, beaten back and forth with the walls of ass beside me. I knew she could twerk like a stripper, but it was a lot different seeing it, and being inside of it.
I was too dizzy to hear, but I'm pretty sure at that moment she said she was sexy as hell and didn't need a man, or something along those lines. After she was finished with her little dance, she ripped me off her ass and set me down on the bed. She thanked me, winked, then went upstairs to get popcorn for our movie. Hopefully she wouldn't sit on me during commercial breaks again.
THE END-- wait. If y'all want a part two of this story, let me know! This might not be the end for Ari and Becca's giantess adventures.