“Seriously, that´s a fantastic view!“

I say while walking over Ivy´s back toward her magnificent ass. While doing so I hold on to my payload.

She will squish the grape I´m carrying, she will do it between her ass cheeks and my job is to deliver it exactly to this spot.

In front of me is the camera operated by Rachel.

She is guiding the device, recording the whole scene.

We do this for money.

We are professionals… not.

At least we might be semi-professional, but basically we are fooling around and people buy our shit.

Me, I´m Chris. Nothing out of the ordinary except that i´m about 4 inches in height.

You might say i´m lucky to work with two such gorgeous girls like Ivy and Rachel, but hey, we are on a 100% businesslike relationship here.

And, they are lesbians, so no room for me anyway.

Ivy is curvy and big, big feet, big boobs and a lovely bum. Rachel is about the same size like Ivy, they are both say 6 feet, but Rachel has a rather athletic build, a bit smaller boobs but is a powerhouse in itself. Ivy´s ass is bubbly, Rachel´s is made of steel.

I´m trodding on Ivy´s back, her skin is hot, the flesh below just gives a little bit under my tiny feet.

I step up onto her left cheek and hold the grape in a victorious pose over my head.

“See! Here is the tribute for my goddess!“ I announce in my squeaky voice.

“I will guuuuuhhhhhh…..“and I´m just thrown off my line and balance by an ass quake.

Everything shakes as Ivy guides her hands behind her back and spreads her cheeks lightly.

In the mean time I bounce my bum on hers and start to slide down between the cheeks.

That was not the plan.

I struggle to hold the grape above my head while going down her crack like in a waterside, Rachel smiles and keeps the camera locked on me like a gun.

As Ivy feels me dropping past her bunghole she lets loose and the cheeks snap back together over my frail body.

Everything is forced into a nearly- two-dimensional shape, me legs, my hands, my body and above all the grape. My hands still hold on to it and I can feel how it takes its share of the overbearing force closing in on us both.

Luckily the cheeks are still soft and they give so far that I´m not crushed instantly. I can take shallow breaths and I´m really thankful that we agreed to let out the nasty stuff.

As I´m practically on top of her butthole I can still smell her lotion she used minutes ago under the shower.

Ripples pass through me as the ass quakes again, shifts and squeezes around me. Gravity changes and while I tense all my muscles to withstand the ongoing assault I can only guess that she had stood up.

Probably, as she did so gravity pulls her cheeks together and decreases my living space further.

She starts walking witch adds a scissoring motion to the constant pressure. I feel the grape give way and pop. My hands still fixed on its outer sides as the mighty ass pushes them inwards her buttcheeks squeeze the juice over and around me.

Ivy stops and flexes her buns deliberately, forcing the last breath out of my lungs and squashing the grape completely. I feel it squelch through my hands before they come together, under the force of the mountainous cheeks.

As I think that I´m gonna burst like the grape the pressure lessens and I can hear slurping noises. Rachel´s thong (no its her tongue but wait until chapter 3) digs for me and doing so she has to spread Ivy´s oppressing cheeks.

More slurping and after a while I´m dug out by the tongue like a cherry.

She laps and licks and finally get a hold of me with her lips, pulling me free.

I land on her open palm as she smiles above me. The camera has been places on a table next to Ivy´s bum and as I try to get my bearings Ivy as well turns round and comes down with her face. Both girls faces join in together over me and give the audience a wicked smile before kissing each other.

The camera is switched off and I do the same, my vision fades out into unconsciousness.

I was pushing it hard but I was only able to move it slowly, to slide it over the smooth surface of the table.

I stumbled and planted my face right into the top side full of sugar.

We call it Krapfen, its a donut but without hole in the middle. Instead there is some jam inside and its covered with... yes, sugar.

Rachel could not suppress a snicker.

With renewed energy I put everything I had into it and came closer to the target area where Ivy was waiting for me.

Or should I rather say her ass.

She was standing with her back to the table, blindfolded. My silly task was to haul the donut beneath her bum so that she could drop down and smush it.

Her challenge was to identify just by sitting on it what in particular was squashed under her, at least that was the pretended game.

The grape-popping clip was very popular and what was ment to attract the size fetish community particularly hit the nerve of a very specific sub-fetish.

For me it sounds gruesome, but a lot of people seem to get off watching something small getting crushed for real.

Insects or some sea creatures or in the extreme even animals like hamsters, mice and rats.

So, for these folks me in my 4 inch high glory being chewed up in Ivy´s bum was a very special treat.

And her then grinding the juice out of the grape on my expense, that went over the top.

There was so much demand for a crush clip and I shivered as I read through the mails how they wanted to get me smushed by the girls.

A small example: under boobs, between boobs, under bare feet, or with socks, in shoes, under shoes, sat on in various ways, chewed up in mouths, raped and squished by pussies, crush by thights, by calves, by hands, even one proposed he wants me to be licked to death, crushed by their thongues..

Some where willing to pay ridiculous amounts to see me being snuffed out their favourite way.

But I am very glad that we are on equal therms here and so we settled on a second food crush clip with just a slight additional tease.

Finlay I was there, the donut in place and Ivy´s bubbly ass already looming over us.

As for fun and because I was already full with powdered sugar I sat on top of the donut with my back facing her and announced my morning break. I was only clothed with my shorts so I was vastly covered in white sweet dust by now.

I expected some shallow lines from Ivy but she instantly dropped her cheeks down and only slowed to a halt when I was pressed firmly onto the donut.

„Woha!-

whats that?

Git awaaay little man or I´ll smussssh you“ – her voice vibrated through her body before she lifted off briefly to give me a chance.

It took all my remaining energy to roll off the top and crawl along, chased by Ivy´s descending mass.

That must have been an awesome sight, the donut compressing under the rolling ass while I was desperately worming out beneath it.

I finally collapsed just shy of her bubbly asses shadow.

She bounced a bit and rolled her ass over and over the spot, even engulfing one of my feet for a moment.

„A donut, am I right?“ She announced finally.

She didn´t even wait for my thumb up (witch she could not see anyway) and lifted, turned to see the flat sacrifice while removing her blindfold in that process.

The damage was shocking for me, the former solid and heavy bulk I had wrestled a moment before was flattened out of existence.

The donut was not only paper thin but it busted and the jam spilled out like sticky guts. Streaks of jam still sticked to her ass as she rose but the majority was dispersed on the table in my direction, I even noticed some of the jam reached my previously engulfed foot.

Not that it mattered as I was full of sugar head to toe anyway.

„Look at that!

What a mess!

Litte maaan, you have to watch your step.

Imagine you still resting on top of there!“

With that she shoved two fingers just under my arms and dragged me slowly through the jam, dead centrer on ground zero.

She arranged me there spread eagle and both girls snickered.

I played along and as I rolled onto my back I could see Rachel place the cam on a stand nearby. Both girls faces joined over me and begun licking me up and down.

I got lifted at my hands and both tongues worked now in tandem against each other with me dangling in between.
„Crushed by tongues“ echoed through my mind but that was such an awesome and pleasant experience at the moment. How they played along my body, worming their tongues between my legs, licking and teasing me all over.

They engulfing me between their lips and kissing each other through me, probing the tongues again my body, even sliding the shorts away in this process.

Some moans later I ended up horizontally, shared in both mouths at once erotically working to extract every last bit of sugar, tongues swirling around me and sucking on my whole body.

I could feel occasionally some teeth but both girls worked carefully licking and slurping my body with eager and passion.

“Man, why have they to be lesbians” I thought by myself.

But, I could not comply about my positions at this point.

“Chris! We have got a complaint here!”

shouted Rachel from her workspace.

Me:

“What?!”

Rachel:

“They say you are to big.”

Me:

“No way, you´r kidding!”

Rachel:

“No, seriously. You are to big for being embedded in that donut. We should make you 3 inches they want.”

I was speechless. After all these demands, all these sick and gruesome wishes seeing me crushed, smushed, trampled, gobbled up and whatever I AM TO BIG?!

WHAT THE FUCK!?

What do they want?

Me being inhaled by nose or what?

Rachel:

“No, joking, was just one guy.

He wants you to be flat in that donut and no legs sticking out.”

Ivy came into the room, bent down and whispered:

“I have something I want to show you….”

And on full volume:

“RACHEL COME OVER HERE!”.

Me:

“Whoa! Not that loud! Thanks“

Ivy:

“Sorry.”

And after a brief pause:

“Listen, Customer is king and when one is criticising most likely 30 or even 300 or so think the same but they don’t want to complain openly. So we should take every one seriously.”

“Aaaand, I did some numbers. Look here:”

She opened up her laptop she had with her.

“This side is mostly dedicated to the size fetish stuff.

We wanted them all but ended up with mainly the crush-guys.

But that's OK in the end, there are so many different and partly conflicting topics and likes, we can´t make everyone happy.

In detail there are nearly 40.000 files and only about 1.850, measly 5% are related to crushing.”

Yes, I thought, Ivy is bubbly in shape but sharp in mind.

“Good girl.” I mumble.

Ivy:

“Basically we did well, we had “mouth play”, Chris did n´t tag it properly, but there are 1.400 files.

And there is “vore” with 1.800 nearly the same amount like crushing. I guess we can get some of these on board as well.”

Rachel interrupts:

“Not sure we want that.

Think about it: We bite his calves of, than we have satisfied vore- guys and as a bonus he fits perfectly on the donut next time.

Sure we want that?”

Ivy looked disgusted, me too.

A brief moment of silence befell the room.

Rachel:

“Yeah, thought so.

But hey- look, most files are found in the feet category, 2.300.

And we have two more witch stand out, that´s entrapment and humiliation, both about 1.900. That's strong”.

While Rachel was analysing the data Ivy got a creepy smile and suddenly excused herself.

Me:

“But we have gentle here as well…”

Rachel:

“Aaaand insertion, both at about 3%. How deep would you like to go?”.

Me:

“ooooch, can we just cuddle?”

Rachel:

“later.”

And we both laughed, That was a common line from a cartoon we both knew.

Ivy came back with the camera and a piece of fabric in her hand. She set up the camera on the table, switched it on and turned to me.

Ivy:

“You messed up- RUNT.”

I was caught off guard, never was she rude in any way until now.

But I had enough awareness to get the hint and fall in line.

I turned my head searching to the left, then to the right and finally facing her, my hands on my chest: “moi?”

Ivy:

“YES YOU.

You see this?”

She dropped the fabric in front of me. Satin, soft, underwear.

Ivy came close to me, so close that her nose touched mine.

She opened her mouth and gave me a full body lick.

I stood my ground.

Ivy:

“That's a tongue”.

I wiped over my face.

Ivy lifted the fabric and held it in front of me:

“And that´s a thong YOU IDIOT.”

I began to stammer:

“but, but, but, autocorr…”

Ivy:

“Yes, you auto-BUTT put the thong in the transcript and the summary and everyone who reads it thinks Rachel got you out of my bum by her thong. IDIOT.”

She pulled the thong over my body and caught me like in a bag.

Me:

“Oh my, this stinks so bad, please please let me out, that´s so gross!!!!

Help me, help me!”

1.000 files on “odour” I remembered, Every paying customer is a good customer I thought to myself and played along.

Rachel snickered at this comment, it was her thong and in deed all fresh but she had to appreciate my quick thinking.

Until now we had done only mild erotic clips and Rachel never was naked…

The situation was evolving dynamically we where all good friends, had faith in each other and so Rachel felt save she can cross that thin “no naked” line likewise.

Rachel:

“Ivy, give that runt to me, I´ll teach him what the difference between a tongue and a thong is.”

With that she pulled her shorts and underware down and took the thong with me trapped inside from Ivy.

She bent down and unfolded the delicate garment, made sure I lied in the center.

Meanwhile Ivy grabbed the camera and moved it to the floor.

She could catch Rachels feet just in time as she stepped inside the holes of the garment to the left and right of me.

Her pads full and thick, spreading under the slow adding weight of her body, the whole foot gaining slightly in width to support the weight above.

Rachel:

“Or should I just squash this bug beneath my feet?”

She was magnificent.

Towering like the goddess she is, over me I could only watch in awe as she roes one foot above me and slowly guided it down on me.

I should have been freaking out but was so calm

To be honest, I like feet and Rachel had really really beautiful ones.

She likes to walk around barefoot but her soles are still soft, as there is barely an oppressing shoe around she has no bad odour as well.

Me:

“Oh my god! That stinks so much! Help me!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!”

I could see the camera lowered to the ground, turned my head towards it and reached out with a desperate hand.

Rachel put her heel on the ground and had me centred under her palm of her foot, agonising slowly lowering it on top of me.

Her sole radiated warmth and came in contact with my chest and stomach first, then my legs and at least my head still facing the camera, the thong still cushioning me below.

It was like a warm soft blanket, and she made sure to loosen her foot as good as possible.

Despite the clean apartment she had still some dust pressed into her sole witch scratched me slightly.

“Helfffffff”” squeaked out of my lungs as her meaty sole moldetaround my body. My left hand was pinned beside me and my right hand was also pinned, stretched out under her pad towards the camera.

It was a very strange feeling, It was on the verge of feeling pain but I felt so save under her watch. That was so unnatural. I felt so,..., so home. I wanted to give the sole a lick, a kiss but where the heck does this idea come from? Is there something wrong with me? Am I a pervert?

I felt some slight movement, shifting the little weight she had put on me from side to side but keeping the sole winkled and soft.

As she warped the sole around me I got more space for my head and turned it upright.

I kissed Rachels sole.

I could still feel my right hand pinned so the camera did n´t catch me.

I kissed again.

She lifted her foot off me.

When the foot cleared the line to her face she had a very strange look on her face.

She could have impossibly felt my kisses.

No way.

It must be something else but I could not put my finger on it.

She never had such an expression before.

But that strange look lasted only a blink of an eye.

Her facial expression changed and while the camera was still on me she gave me a thumb up with a raised eyebrow.

I waited for Ivy to change the angle of the cam and returned the thumb with my left hand still low on the ground.

Rachel went on with a smirk:

“Naaah- He will never learn if I squash him now.

Thhhhhongggg

tooooongueeeee.

Understand?

MOUSEBRAIN?

One is in your mouth,

the other one looks good on me.”

She squatted down revealing her whole glory to me, leaving me speechless.

My mouth gaping open like an…. idiot.

Such a shame they are lesbians.

I recognised now for the first time I had a boner.

I was so overwhelmed as they licked me in that donut clip that I didn’t even think about it but now I felt caught.

But there was little time to be embrassed as Rachel grabbed the thong and pulled it up her legs. She did it carefully and I could watch her enormous calves and muscular thighs on the ride up.

Much to late I focussed on my destination and ended up straight against Rachels lips.

I laid there spread eagle as the garment pressed me against this magnificent and powerful goddess. She adjusted the thong repeteadly and Ivy captured every detail of my little body moldet into Rachels privates with the camera.

Then she stood upright and placed her feet close beside each other and straighten out. Her muscular thighs g rinded forcefully against each other, and every muscle in her her powerful bum was pulsing visibly. In front of me I felt a world of its own come to life.

It must have been a spectacular sight, It would have killed me for sure if there wheren´t this delicate triangle where I was nested, she had wide hips and no fat, so pressed against her lips was the savest place at this moment.

As long as she did n´t cross her legs I was perfectly save.

What I couldn’t see was that in the mean time Ivy placed the cam on the table and approached Rachel while swinging her hips.

She placed both her hands on rachels cheeks and guided their lips together.
They both embraced in a very deep and sensiful kiss.

Rachel layed her hands around Ivy's waist, pulled her in and begun swinging her hips more, drawing her partner into a slow dancing motion.

With the lips still locked Ivy´s knee pressed softly between Rachels legs to witch Rachel responded by opening up.

Ivy guided her knee up in between, forcing them further apart while Rachel lowered down a bit until she touched Ivy's thigh with me in her thong.

Letting go of their lips both girls held each other, eyes locked r and started to grind slowly while still swinging side to side.

Until now everything was fine for me but as I felt Ivy´s massive thigh pushing up against the mountain of muscle above me and Rachel grinding down on in the same moment, that crossed my physical limit.

I started to wiggle and tried to push against the all en compressing masses but with 0 result. But still the girls felt me and came back to reason.

They parted and Rachel went instantly for me, getting me out in the air.

With a very troubled look she excused herself a thousand times, Ivy did the same.

I assured her that everything is OK, I understand that the girls just got carried away in that moment.

No harm done and the two grinding against each other onto me while the camera is fading out might be a great finish for this clip.

Rachel feels the little hands caressing her feet, pressing alternately into her arches and following the outlines of her ankles.

She is lying on her back in the spacious bed, surrounded by the darkness of the night, dreamingly facing the ceiling.

Her mind is idling along, it feels like her very brain is padded in the comforting sheets.

Her mild dullness is outweighted by the feeling of the tiny hands returning to her left arch, and…... a kiss on the pad of her sole.

The arms diligently come back to work, on her ankles, her inner calves, moving closer and up, trailing her muscles, caressing her sensitive skin.

The touches feel so pleasant, so soft, intimate.

She shifts the weight of her hips from side to side, spreading the knees slightly, more, opening up the space in between her muscular thighs.

In tantalising slowness the little hands move along the new path, teasing her radiating skin, caressing, pushing and probing it all the way up.

She rolls her hips forward, tilting, craving for the touch of the nightly invader.

Finlay she sences his presence close to her womanhood but the hands hold short of her lips. They trace just the outlines, following where she had shaved earlyer, drawing along the lines and wrinkles of her skin, up and down.

A powerful shudder moves through her body, she opens her legs further, inviting the little guest to carry on his adventure.

And so he does, the delicate hands finaly find her sensitive folds, gripping and pressing along the soft surface.

A jolt strikes through her as the skin surrounding her clit is grabbed, involuntary she tilts her hips up again.

The culprit holds on and travels along and with a slight smack he ends up nesting against her most sensitive spot, like he did in the thong.

Little feet and hands go to work on her still closed lips, causing them to start leaking the wetness inside.

The feet pressing in between while the hands grab and hold on, balancing his advances against her now gyrating movements.

Eagerly she rises and spreads her knees apart, opening up and drawing him in.

Her core is tingeing all over, inner muscles loosening up to elicit the foreigner.

She feels the delicate legs pushed inside, she clenched involuntary, grabbing them, drawing the morsel closer.

The nightly predator becomes her pray.

No, he always was.

The fly finds willingly into the venus trap.

Likewise, her powerful body will surround and consume this tasty treat.

She arches her back as he wiggles his hips, grabbing hard for her clit now.

Like the trap she closes her powerful legs and pulls her prize in.

He holds on, the little fingers grabbing at her hood, the pull on the very top of her most delicate spot cause her to spam in delight, once more, contract eagerly and again.

He fights.

She wins.

His hands lose their grip, as his body gets forcefully drawn down, inch by inch.

The movements are still energetic but in the end he becomes utterly submerged.

She is so heated up by now there will be no holding back.

Her kegel-trained muscles tenderising him with now crushing force, squeezing and pressing the joy out of his body.

Her cheeks and thighs press in a perfect rhythm, breaking his form and resistance.

But there is still movement, fighting her, fighting for her, for her orgasm.

She acknowledges his spirit and grinds hard, her core clenching, her thighs squeezing, scissoring.

Her wetness increases tenfold and she cant´s say if its still her lust or if she has already smushed him so far.

Her orgasm is building up and her frequent clenches intensify while the craved sensation begins radiating through her body like growing waves on a beach.

She knows she will milk him dry, she´ll queeze the very essence out of his body.

Finally, she is swept away by the orgasmic multitude, the emotional waves pulsing and crashing down while the little lover deep inside yields.

He breaks and snaps in her violent assault, bursts open, crumbles under the pressure of her lust.

Slowly the incredible feeling fades, and like the waves on the beach consume a trampled sand castle, his remains diminish in the abating pulses of her still clenching vaginal walls.

He is liquefied and washed away, absorbed by her needs.

Supple satisfaction sinks down on her like a thick, warming blanket, replacing the fainting sensations in her core…..

“chris…., Chriiiissss!”

She opens her eyes, sweating and hit by disorientation.

Her call still echoing through the room.

It is yet dark, the sun pronounces its appearance only by dim red light on the horizon.

To her left lies Ivy, propped up on one arm, facing her with a puzzled, worried look.

“Everything OK darling?

Bad dream?”

I stepped up on the round pad witch was more than twice as wide as my height.

Curiously I walked forward to the other end until I could see the digits.

13,4 gram, that's all me.

“A bit fat.

You should do more exercsising.”

Rachel announced.

“Next time I´ll take you to the gym”.

I knew the “fat” comment will come along, I knew it since we agreed on this setting.

“Lets put him through, he might break a sweat just on that spot.”

Ivy chimed in and pressed the tara-button on the scale.

As curvy as she was it would been easy to pick on her, but she had it just on the right spots.

And just now one of these perfectly proportionate objects was approaching fast, a boob the size of a flying minivan was swinging my way.

I hurried back to the center of the pad and was determined to take it on like Atlas himself.

But as the mighty boob closed in I recognised that the sheer volume will exceed my personal wingspan by far.

Still I bent down and spread my arms to accept the mother of all loads.

Ivy slowed her movement and guided her nipple just on my left shoulder nudging it slightly into my ear. Bit by bit she increased the weight.

As a fact, it started to stiffen, at least a bit as she leaned down on me.

I thought for a second about nibbling or licking the cheeky nipple but Rachel had the cam straight on me, so the need to outdo a titan took over.

I tried to keep up my world holding pose, but the ballooning mass quickly brought my arms down and bent me further.

I had to put the hands on my knees to make a more capable support.

Rachel:

“Just passed 300 grams, hold it there for a second.”

I still could feel her nipple swell and nudge against my head.

As I just failed to ascend and challenge the gods, the little ballsy devil inside me took over.

I turned my head swiftly and took hasty licks on the wrinkled flesh to my left.

“Haaa!”

escaped Ivy's mouth and she lifted in suprise.

Boldly I pushed my back against the escaping bulk and managed to get my hands up again, doing that famous pose.

“Nice!”

sounded Rachel.

“OK, got that, now drop it.”

The pressure increased, forced me into the previous position and the boob engulfed not only my head and back but rolled down like a curtain around me.

“400”.

Still I was stable but any shift from above would result in me toppling over.

My legs started so get shaky at 500, but I was proud to take the one pound mark.

I had to put up a lot of effort now and instead waiting to collapse violently at 800 I decided to soften my invertible downfall and let it slip at 600, regardless of any possible mocking comments.

“whoopsie- he dropped”

announced Ivy.

“Was at 620, now 586. Should we continue or readjust the test-subject?”

Rachel asked.

I was down on my knees and folded, my calves where pressed into my thighs and these where toppled by my stomach. My hands where on their elbows still supporting my back and the pronounced nipple next to my face.

Her boob spilling around me, nearly sealing me off from the outer world.

Ivy:

“Nope, time for the sweet stuff.

Lets bring it on!”

And with that she lifted.

Rachel:

“I don’t think that was his limit, he can take more.”

“C´mon sissy, MOVE IT!”

As carying as she was in our daily interactions I had to adjust to her harsh tone when the camera was rolling.

I got on my feet as energetic as possible and jumped off the pad.

Mean while Rachel took the cheesecake from nearby and pushed it carefully off the plate straight onto the pad.

She pressed the tara-button and we could use the whole 5kg-range of the scale again.

The cake, it was a masterpiece of bakery, the bottom layer was brown spongy dough covered with a supple layer white cheese.

An on top there was the icing, shiny and sweet.

It was custom made for us and fitted perfectly on the pad.

I reconquered the device and swung onto the cake like a heavy weight wrestler would appear on the planks.

The Icing was sicky but held up reasonably to my steps.

In the middle I took a broad stand and flung imposing punches like a boxing champion in the direction of my opponent.

Rachel could not suppress a giggle and Ivy accepted my challenge immediately.

Her boob swung my direction and with expert timing I dodged the incoming mammary, only to be smacked by the second one in its pursuit.

I nearly lost my stand, only thanks for the sticky icing my right foot was kept down long enough to counter the imbalance.

Unfazed by this adversity I saw the mighty boob swing back straight for me, this time higher.

Without hesitation I went for the pronounced nipple.

I punched it in rapid succession as it swung and circled around me.

The nipple surrounding wrinkles constricted further and my target grew considerably.

Witch each punch it hardened and stiffened more, opposing my assaults.

“Hmmmmmmm!!!!”,

like by a cinema-soundsystem on full volume I was engulfed by Ivy's purr with unexpected might.

This distraction sealed my faith, the nipple hit my face and I finally fell backwards into the icing.

In an unfair finishing move the nipple came down on me repeatingly, stomping and punching me into the ground.

It trampled all over my defenceless body, firmly incorporating me into the icing.

It gave me a pause, but not before I was plastered spread eagle on top of the cake.

“We still got 13 grams, press tara again”

said Rachel.

Ivy:

“I´m putting it down now, what do you think, can he take 2k?

And with that the hard nipple set exactly on my crotch and pressed down.

The soft flesh of her boob followed and sealed me instantly.

I tried to wiggle and push up, at least with my pelvis but there was nothing I could do to stop her.

As her mass compressed on top of me I could feel her heartbeat in a steady and slow rhythm. The softness of her tit kept me from harm but molded me deeply into the cake below.

I could feel how the cheese was giving way and drifting apart, drawing my arms and legs along.

I was sealed from any oxygen, but as my lung was compressed like the rest of my body it did not matter.

Her soft flesh pressed into every part, into my eye socket, against my jaw, through my mouth, against my nose.

My vision turned brighter by the second.

Light. Bright endless light.

There was no pain, only calm.

I was flying away, departing on the journey to the undiscovered country no one returns.

Lightness and joy filled my soul as I seemed to escape my mortal coil….

That gave me pause.

Suddenly I drew a breath.

And one more, and again.

Sweetness filled my mouth.

My body was covered in Caresses, feet, legs, butt, back, arms and hands, neck and head.

A tongue was working diligently on my form, brushing, fondling and kissing me all over.

I was still plastered on the boob but Ivy had stood up.

Rachel must be working so hard to free me from my predicament.

I could hear Giggles and moans surrounding me.

After a while my body peeled off the mighty orb and was caught by Rachel's tongue and mouth.

Licking, slurping and sucking she worked on me before lowering me down besides the scale.

As I rubbed my eyes I could see these giantesses above me eagerly merging their lips.

They have no idea….

This looks like it would become a hell of a night for them both, but after my peril I will not crave for participation.

I did earn my quiescence tonight.

I didn't tell.

Don´t wanted them worried.

No need to upset or to arise any guilt on their hearts.

On the next morning they both where so cheerful, so deeply relaxed, happy, I could´t do it.

And, I wouldn't be a man if I couldn't take on a single tit,

right?

After editing Ivy presented our newest masterpiece, and for me it was always intriguing seeing us from that other perspective.

As we watch it on her workspace the girls usually hoisted me up for a better angle.

Mostly I sat on Ivy´s shoulder and enjoyed her silky hair spill all over me.

It is like a waterfall, partly covering me in its warming embrace.

But for a change Rachel offered me her hand to hop on.

And instead for her shoulder she guided me in front of her chest, presenting her respectable rack.

Her boobs where notclose to Ivy´s magnitude, but both tits still bulged supple and nicely inside her sports bra, a pleasing sight.

And, like the rest of her body they stood firm and strong.

To my astonishment Rachel pulled at the top of her bra and opened up a space inside.

Seeing my hesitation she gave me a wink and I climbed over, settled in.

I had my chest and hands on the rim of the garment and when she removed her fingers I was pressed against the top of her left boob with her nipple just at the tip of my feet.

I was grateful she released that fabric slowly.

If not it could have smacked me on that tit like you swat a fly on the wall.

It was a tight fit, but even if you where gay you would not complain.

The beginning of the clip was great and Ivy made me really look like challenging Atlas, at least for a couple of slow-motioned seconds.

Rachel did a great job with the camera, my pose and... the invertible collapse.

My energetic jump on the icing was heroic in nature and the moment when the tit did the quietus on me, that looked breathtaking.

While watching the scenes I noticed Rachel´s skin wrinkling down at my feet.

But before I could think of that there was a knock on the door.

Rachel paused the clip and Ivy went for it.

“Say, how do you get guys to bust a nut?…..

“Sorry, WHAT?!”

I replied to Rachel.

Rachel:

“OK, sounds silly, but just tell me.”

That question hit me by surprise.

Me:

“Depends on the guy…. I guess.

There is the mechanical sensation and with enough effort you might get nearly every guy off, by stimulating him there.

But for a real good one you need to fuck his brain”

Rachel:

“I guess that's what we just doing here, eh?”

Me:

“Jup, at least we should.

Boobguys will be happy soon”

Rachel:

“So, for a simple guy, you just rub him raw there?”

Me:

“NO.

Not me.

I don´t get guys off.”

Rachel:

“I´d say you do.

They watch you and wank like hell, at least our sales would suggest so.”

Me:

“No, they watch YOU both dominating me, playing around, squashing and squeezing and trampling me all over and they imagine themselves being me under your foot, grinding down or Ivy´s ass.”

Damn, that was her nipple hardening down there.

Rachel:

“OK, point for you.

But still no answer, how do I get a guy off?”

Me:

“Hmmm.

Throw a tit in his face?”

Rachel lifted both her arms like on a parallel bar and pushed them slowly together, flexing her mighty muscles, inhaling and pressing her chest outwards, compressing her rack with me in that process.

Me:

“Pffffrrrrrr…fff.. oookhhhheeeeehhh!”

She softened up.

Me, taking a deep breath:

“

Okay, okay.

There are a lot of men who just think of, well, in-out-in-out, like… bad porn.

And a lot of men like to dominate, especially little girls.

Look in any porn site how many teen- entries you will find.

And astonishingly lots of girls like being dominated….. “

“Some girls like to dominate as well, you know.”

Interrupted Rachel with a smirk.

I felt her muscles flex slightly again.

“And, I doubt that our customers are abusive men who get off on harming little girls.”

Me:

“Yea…. Sure.

Sorry, got of track there.”

Rachel:

“Do you like to dominate little girls, smack their asses hard?”

Me:

“Hell no!”

Rachel:

“Just checking.

So what gets you... a decent guys turned on?”

Me:

“You want an easy answer for such a complicated thing.

Its like witch nail colour do girls like most.

Every girl has different taste.

There are men getting off on domination games, footplay, snu-snu stuff, some crave to be squeezed or even consumed and crushed in the act.

You see what they ask us to do.

Rachel:

“I did ask you, not them.

Just forget it.”

Before I could comprehend or reply Ivy returned with a box and a beaming smile on her face.

Rachel:

“Is it?”

Ivy:

“Yes!

Cant wait!”

And she ripped the box open only to find two more packages inside.

“Remote controlled bullet egg vibrator”, two of them.

On one hand I was curious like hell, on the other hand I felt uneasy, like I did not belong here in that moment.

They unpacked them and inserted the batteries. Two elliptically spheres, silver surface and a sling attached to one end.

And two identical remotes.

Ivy:

“Ready? Lets check.”

With that comment she pushed the lever on one remote.

Both spheres sprung to life and started buzzing like bees. They jumped and wiggled on the surface of the table.

As Ivy increased the pressure on the lever the buzzing went up to wasps, bumblebees and the highest setting was worth a swarm of killer hornets attacking and shaking everything that came in touch with the silvery sphere.

The girls giggled and squealed like 5 year old kids.

How could such a silly device cause so much excitement to a grown woman?

But I was so wise to keep my lips shut and let them have their moment.

After the excitement settled we resumed with the clip.

I layed embedded in the icing and Ivy´s nipple just finished stomping me flat.

It settled onto my middle and pushed down with the whole boob following.

At first the flesh rolled smoothly along the surface, but as the pressure mounted cracks appeared in the icing.

The bottom of the cake still supported the whole weight but the cheesy layer parted on the edges and whole chunks where pushed outside as the cheese in the middle seeked to escape the pressure.

The mighty orb still compressed down and incredible amounts of cheese squalled out from under it.

I could not believe that I was still lying down there.

Impossible to survive.

Even superman had to be flat like a pancake under that boob.

If I where not so focussed on watching me being crushed flat there I would have felt the nipple at my feet again, rising eagerly to the demise on the screen and Rachel´s hand softly brushing over her right breast the same time.

As Ivy was finished flattening me under that boob and lifted, the cheese was squeezed out completely.

I was therefore unified with that thin layer of icing, plastered all over her supple orb.

If one likes to see huge masses crush little men, compress them, bludge and balloon over them, smush everything under and squeeze the living cheese out of that cake, that was their show.

And Rachel´s tongue-acrobatics on that boob and me where fantastic.

How she got me limb by limb, using that long tongue of hers to worm below, besides and under the sticky layers, licking and nibbling on my form to get me back to the living.

How her mouth connected with that white surface, sucked and drew, undid all that flattening and getting me back from plastered paper thin to our world.

Her mouth undulated so hard, she could have sucked my very soul back- right out of hell.

Next time I have to remember to get plastered with my back onto that boob and have my front side exposed for this treatment.

And she was asking me how to get a guy of…..

“Chris?”

Rachel asks.

Ivy raises her head and waits for response witch doesn’t come.

Rachel scans the floor and turns to Ivy:

“It became somehow intense, don´t ya think?”

Ivy, with a slight sigh:

“Yeah, kinda.

Not sure that boobcrush didn’t cross the line”.

Rachel:

“And me grinding down on him on your thigh?”

Ivy:

“Naah, far from his limit”.

Rachel:

“and yours?”

Ivy:

“Oh,-

aaaahhh,

no-….,

yes.

Far from it.”

Rachel:

“So me grinding down on a guy is OK for you?!”

Ivy:

“No, not!

He is cute as a button, but I would never think of any kind of rival or competitor.

He just can´t fill that out.”

Rachel:

“Someone else could?!”

Ivy:

“Stop it!”

Rachel:

“Hmm.

So you see him like a pet?

A cat?”

Ivy:

“Make it rather a hamster or a mouse,

aaand no.

He is much more than that.

But whatever you think no match for you.

Are you worried?

Should I take some distance?”

Rachel:

“No, its OK.

…...

Sooo….

me doing stuff with him..?”

Ivy,:

“Darling, whatever happens, I love you more than everything in the world.

Just don´t mess to much.

He has feelings like we all and since that accident…”

Rachel pulls Ivy closer for a kiss,

“I love you so much.”

And settles her head on Ivy´s shoulder, hugging her.

Some while later Rachel calls again:

“CHRIIIIIIISSSSS!

DINNER READYYY!”

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Ivy went to check her mails and I walked down my ramp, well fed, with similar intentions.

I have to say the girls take great care of me and most of their routines where adjusted to increase my comfort and well-being.

The girls kept an assuring distance from the walls while walking and always checked the ground when they crossed a door.

There where ramps set up for me for the kitchen table, in the dining room, up on the workspaces, bathroom and toilet.

I could walk right beside the walls without any fear and only had to check when crossing a hallway, just like on a street.

Rachel was going barefoot anyway, Ivy got rid of her mules and when she had cold feet she used her fluffy unicorn slippers.

That was kinda funny, when standing in front of her I could pet her pet-unicorns and one time I even was so bold that I climbed up and rode it along a few steps.

It hit me, that would make a great addition to our clips and so I turned on the spot to talk with Ivy,- naah- I was asking Rachel first.

I entered the room and I saw her cleaning up the kitchen table.

As she did so she seemed to noticed something under it, down in its shadow.

It was a black, fat beetle, crawling along.

Usually if the girls found such a creature they would call me and my job would be to drag it out in the room- if it was save to do so.

From there on they would use a sheet of paper to set it free, out in the fields.

So waiting for her call I stood like a hero in the middle of the doorway, ready for action.

But instead of reaching for the man in the house Rachel used her bare foot to push it into the open.

The creature tried to oppose her and get away, but was easily overpowered by her toes.

Never the less it renewed its efforts on the vast kitchen floor as Rachel removed her foot to take a closer look.

It was a bit lengthy, about an inch with pronounced, segmented antennas on top.

Its six legs paddling in a frenzy to get away.

To my astonishment, as she did in a previous clip, she placed her sole on top of the bug, centring it under the palm of her left foot.

The Beetle was still respectable in size but far smaller than me.

As she set her sole on top, she slowly pressed down, immobilising it.

Only the legs where visible from my perspective, moving in a futile effort to get free until the still giving sole engulfed them as well and settled on the floor.

Like with me she had softened up around it without putting any real pressure down.

A smile crept around her lips, and I can´t say if she really said it out loud, but I know she was thinking: “Try harder, I love when you squirm”.

As she held this pose, I swear, I could see the top of her foot bulge slightly as the Bug put all its effort into pushing up against the oppressing flesh.

While straightening her posture she inhaled, moved her hands towards her inner thighs, softly caressing them in an upward movement and from there following the contour of her hips.

-CRACK-

The sound of the breaking exoskeleton echoed in my mind, through it must have been vastly muffed by the foot above.

She had her eyes closed and her weight shifted slowly, bit by bit onto her victim while her arms continued moving upwards, emphasizing her athletic outline.

As she did so her sole spread slightly under the mounting force, accompanied by further cracking and popping from below.

She stretched with still closed eyes, mildly smiling, to a completely upright position, arms and hands high in the air like a ballerina.

Her full lips parted slightly, her smile crept wider while she begun to exhale.

By pushing up on her right foot, her magnificent body shifted onto the squashed bug, stepping forward, riding it down by her sheer existence.

The beetle was pressed flat and its innards squirted out in erupting gushes.

The juices dispersed under her pad and between her toes.

Within this fluid motion she gracefully let her arms fall open and spread horizontally to her sides while her right foot settled in front and started to take over her weight.

I was speechless and without even noticing it before I suddenly realised I had a raging boner in my pants AGAIN.

Overwhelmed by this scene and not wanting to be caught I moved swiftly aside into the shadow of the door frame, hiding from view.

Just moments later she passed me, planting her foot right where I had stood before.

Silently the pad mad contact with the floor and spread under her weight.

She did not even relax to settle on the heel but pushed off to her next powerful stride, flexing her calf impressively.

When the sole lifted, it peeled away fast, accompanied by a wet, smootch-like sound.

For a second I could see the crushed remains of the bug still plastered to her skin.

It was so flat, if I did not know better I would have guessed she had a weird tattoo down there.

On the floor light was reflected by the thin film of moisture, dispersed by her pad.

The contour of her sole was outlined by the faint remains of a life, just where I had stood seconds before.

Death by beetlejuice, a goddess´s hand.

‘tis a consummation devoutly to be wished?

“I´M GOING FOR A JOG!”

She announced and stepped into her sneakers without socks nor hesitation.

As she closed the door I was left flustered.

I sank down in my spot, uncertain what was more unsettling.

Was it her act of utter dominance,

the joy she had, snuffing out that creature?

Or, me?

I am standing on shaky legs, barely able to maintain my balance, the shockwaves of Rachel’s impact still rocking the bed.

In front of me Ivy, likewise to my left and my right.

I´m facing her privates head on, framed by her legs, forming a canyon impossible to climb.

Her ass spreading out modestly under the weight of her hips while concurrently depressing the mattress below.

Her thighs lying supple on the surface, each one pushed slightly apart where its mass met the supporting sheets.

She is taken good care of, not a single hair visible around her puffy lips.

Her skin smooth and soft, surly a delight to run one hands along.

Rachel yet seems to have reservations and chooses to hide behind the camera again.

She has kept her thong on, the one I´m so familiar with.

I can´t blame her, regarding my own taste I would likewise refuse closeness with a gender I do not feel attracted to.

As it happens that I´m a guy and like girls, so for me, I can enjoy interactions for these clips.

Rachel being a lesbian and as I understand therefore fundamentally established on girls, seems not able to mirror my fondness.

Thinking back to the thong-scene, I was astonished that she had even come to this grade of dissoluteness.

On the contrary, Ivy is so permissive regarding our involvements that it puzzles me moreover.

But who am I to judge.

Reflecting this particular situation I find myself here and now, this seemes surreal.

How did I end up trapped in such an intimate affair?

After my accident I was brought here and both girls took me in, so touching and warm as I was taken care of.

Likewise, participating in these clips and boosting their income was only fair to do.

At least that was what I thought before.

I am no sissy, but just now seeing the upcoming challenge so close at hand let me doubt my previous assessment.

Aaaaand, maybe I have been to cheeky.

“No tiny can survive giantess couple sex.”

That statement ignited the original dissension.

I agreed that being crushed by the lovers might was reasonable if the tiny happened to be in the centre of affection.

But by contrast, how could that possibly happen while being involved with two so soft-hearted girls caressing, kissing and doing all their girlie-stuff?

Yes, falling victim to an eager boob crossed my mind... later on.

Ending below a fervent shaking ass, being dispersed under its pulsing cheek like a donut… was…as I think now... possible as well.

To stand your ground for your precedence at the dinner table is important.

But from my actual perspective I am hesitant, not sure if that is always wise.

I am bumped out of my mental ascensions and as I turn for the rude inciter I freeze.

An enormous pinkish rod is buffeting into me again, Its girth so massive it hits me in the chin, chest and crotch all at once.

And to make matters worse Rachel has not only a firm grip at the shaft but the camera is strapped at her end on top of it.

I am staring at this staff like a rabbit down a tank barrel.

After all I had stated previously she will not go easy on me.

With a devilish smile she nudges and pushes me along until my back hits Ivy.

I can feel her soft skin parting and engulfing me as Rachel keeps pushing.

I try to squirm up as this was the only way out but I´m still bent around the tip and pressed on top.

Against the mounting pressure I´m forced between her asscheeks, just below her pussy.

Ivy responds to the touch, tilting her pelvis slightly and pressing my upper body and head firmly against the spongy surface.

Seconds later the Rod reverses its direction and starts slipping out from below. As its bulk retracts Ivy´s cheeks reoccupy the space and closed around me.

I end up with my feet stuck just shy of Ivy´s butthole, my head emerging below her snatch.

The pinkish beast sets back only a couple of inches (feet from my perspective) and while the camera is still on me Rachel's face moves further up.

I see her boobs high above me as her kisses rain down on Ivy´s navel, and her nipples harden.

A slight shudder travels along Ivy´s body.

I never thought I will feel this, goosebumps forming all over the skin surrounding me.

That´s like thousand hands from every side holding down and adjusting their grip pleasant and simultaniously.

Rachel nibbles and caresses with her lips along Ivy´s tummy, down south until she is atop of her snatch.

I would go for that clit instantly, but Rachel knows better.

She works her way besides the delicate folds and Ivy moans deeply, rising her knees and spreading up.

The pressure on me lessens but I´m still not strong enough to overcome the grip of her lower asscheeks.

As her tongue comes into action I watch in awe how it teases and plays along the full lips, licking and probing the delicate skin.

Ivy´s hand appears from above and start circling along her itching snatch, spreading more while tilting her pelvis up.

That motion set me free, but the relief is short.

Rachel instantly goes for me with her lips and hoists me up.

Seconds later I flop down squarely Ivy's box.

Without any hesitation Rachel's tongue follows and starts working on us both. My legs are like engulfed in quicksand and sinking down while her tongue presses my upper body in between the opening folds. I´m covered in Ivy´s juices witch lessens any friction but accelerate my decent.

Unbeknownst to me there is one more surprise hidden.

Rachel's thong nests one of the vibrating bullet eggs, and suddenly she arises, straddles Ivy´s pelvis.

This time she aims for the clit and brings the sphere dead centre on the sensitive knob.

Ivy's legs are pushed down and close by this aggressive motion and my lower half is swallowed by the plushy lips, warping round me.

As she shifts and grinds on top I´m kneaded by the bulk bearing down.

I can sense the cavity down below my feet, waiting for me to enter.

As the vibrating egg starts humming, the grinding and pushing around me intensifies.

I have a hard time drawing air as Rachel's thong presses repeatingly down to stimulate both girls with that purring thing.

This sea of motion, the moans travelled through my fleshy prison, one could only guess their lips locked and serious kissing going on up there.

Silly me- I think.

If Rachel would start scissoring Ivy, I’d be grounded to dust for sure.

No matter how soft and fluffy Ivy´s lips are, Rachel’s muscular cunt would come down like a ram, crushing me into Ivy, breaking bones, popping flesh and using me up for their carnal needs.

Maybe instead of mocking them I should have confabulated about how many different ways there are for a little man to perish in a sexual encounter with two lesbians, and therefore how to avoid it.

Another mighty push squeezes all my thoughts out of my mind and the air from lungs.

As I regain awareness of my surroundings I´m still half embedded in Ivy´s snatch but Rachel has risen away.

Over head the second bullet vibrator is held to Ivy’s clit and Rachel has the shank pressing below my knees into the lips.

The zizzing sound rises aggressively but much more troubling is Rachel’s expression as she pushes the shaft through the lips onto my lower legs.

I can´t say if she or Ivy has control over the spheres on their clits but Rachel's eyes are purely focussed on me while she rails me into Ivy´s depths.

I can see her excitement, the twitching wrinkles at the corners of her mouth as she thrives on my demise.

I´m pushed down, up to me pelvis.

The contractions of Ivy´s pussy are pressing my legs forcefully into the rod, massaging them into the rubbery surface.

I´m worming, squirming and wiggling but likewise I could try to stop a train, dragging me along.

With each convulsion the shaft pulses up against Rachel's hand and I can see her muscles flex slightly to counter the force as my lower body creaks under the pressure.

Every broken resistance fuels her lust as she keeps the slow pace of insertion.

My chest passes the threshold of the lips the humming and jiggling of the spheres also changes its rythm and ramps up.

She is blooming, rocked and delightfully shaken by the toy while pressing me inside, subjecting me to the constricting vaginal walls, seeing me grinded forcefully against the rod.

Her left eyelid trembling occasionally, her mouth opening slightly and her breaths getting laboured and hard.

She´s fuckin her brain watching me being crushed in her lovers cunt.

Both must be close now, my arms are pushed upward as my head sinks into the lips.

Ivy´s contractions come harder by the second, powerfully compressing my lungs, cracking my chest.

My eyes widen as I feel my body fail and crumble under Ivy´s might.

Rachel bits her lip so hard, a drop of blood emerges below her teeth as the humming spheres buzz off in overdrive.

I wonder if she can sense the delicated pops and snaps of my bones through her fingers as she presses the shaft along.

She lays her head down onto Ivy´s shaking pelvis, inches beside the pole, her eyes still on my disappearing head.

A gurgling scream escapes my mouth, drowned out by my own juices.

The last ting I see as I go is her face twisted in orgasmic distortion, her hand griping the rod hard as I´m obliterated, smushed by Ivy's contractions.

The vagina clamps down in a series of hard spasms, ignoring my diminishing presence, breaking me into the surface of the shaft, splintering and cracking every limb and bone.

Anything I have left is squeezed out of my body, dispersed along the rod and mixed with Ivy´s juices.

My last thought……

hope you had a good one.

“Chris! Chris!”

Disorientated I opened my eyes, only to find Ivy’s and Rachel’s worried faces bent over my bed.

Bed- that might be a bit of a stretch here.

It was a me-fitting wooden box filled with cotton wool enclosed in a silk handkerchief.

Same for the pillows and the duvet.

I was not used to them waking me up like this, they always asked very politely before entering my room.

“We heard you scream, everything okay?”

Asked Ivy.

Rachel:

“Jeeez!

You are leaking!

That must have been a good one.”

And with a smirk:

“A hell of a dream, spanking little girls again?”

Shit! Shit! Shit!

She´s right!

My blanket had slipped and I laid here half exposed, dicky still twitching and jizz all over.

How embarrassing.

Instantly I pulled the sheet over me, hiding my privates and my reddening face in shame.

Ivy:

“Ooooch, sorry,

its okay.

I wish I could make Rachel scream and squirt sometimes like that.

Sorry for the interruption.

Join us at breakfast when ready?”

And thankfully they left.

“Damn, have you seen that?… really curious what ….. blow like that….”

I did n´t get all but I guess Rachel whispered that while on the way out.

________________________

After I had showered and took care for my old bedsheets I proceeded to the Girls.

I could not make any sense of my dream nor my undeniable physical reaction to it.

Did I cum on….

I did cum on imagining the girls crushing me, using me up in their pleasure.

Is this masochism?

Again and again the same question: Do I have a death wish?

On my way I passed the front door, there where shoes beside it.

Rachel's sneakers.

The beetle.

Did I dream that up as well or was this real?

I was confused.

I had to check.

The shoes where boat-size for me but due to my small statue I was very agile, so jumping and pulling me up was no effort.

And as it happened, I lifted up on the rim of the shoe a bit to energetic and toppled over, going face down the other side.

Flop.

There I was, lying in the depression Rachel's heel had worn into the surface.

I have hit my head on impact and felt slightly dizzy.

It was not particular stinky, these where practically new shoes but you could not deny a certain odour.

I rolled onto my back and looked up out of the shoe into the open space above.

What if Rachel came by and decided to put her shoes on?

May by not even bother to look at it, just flip em on and go for a jog?

Her muscular body appearing above, her thighs, calves and buns flexing as she would shift her weight over head.

Her pants hugging her privates tightly, leaving no room for imagination as I would probably make out the precise shape of her nether lips pressed into the fabric.

Last thing to see in life is her camel toe.

Nice.

How the shadow of her foot would dim out the light and her long toes creeping in from above, followed by her soft pad.

Barefoot, like on the beetle.

Her skin brushing against the textile as her foot would slides deeper inside, blocking any light and escape route completely.

If I´d stay under the heel there would be no chance of survival, it would come down with unstoppable force and liquefy my little body without even slowing its descent.

Smutsch.

If I would try to crawl further inside, despite the descending sole, I would have a chance to get under her relatively high arch.

She could notice me there.

Would she?

I´d push and crawl under her moving skin in pursuit of her toes and ball into the shoe only to be roughly pressed down by the descending flesh.

But probably I´d succeed in escaping her deadly heel.

The settling foot would still flatten me.

All air pressed out of my lungs my whole body forced to conform to her sole, bending along the soft curve of her arch.

I might even manage to worm and wiggle in the last second to avoid my limbs getting caught in odd angles.

But as her weight would increases I´d be surly immobilised under this mountain of female might.

Could she feel me or would she shift her weight, cracking my bones and force my body to mould into every wrinkle of her sole?

Could she feel me- and still flatten me out beneath her?

On purpose?

Make me her additional insole, enjoying my crumbling body as it adds support to her flexing arch.

She did feel that beetle very well as she trod on it.

She enjoyed it, beaming in delight while bearing down on the giving body.

The bug, it had her weight coming down, entombed it in her flesh and squashing the goo out of it.

Could she crush and flatten me with the same eagerness?

I shook my head, clearing all these gruesome images out of my mind.

Above me there was still open space.

In front, at the dark end near the toes will be the answer.

I crawled further into the shoe but I could n´t see it.

Silly me, either it had never happened or she has cleaned the insole.

And then, there, under my left hand in the dim light was the revealing truth.

The remains of the hard exoskeleton where like imprinted into the insole.

They had become literally an unspellable part of her shoe.

Rachel's sole has pounded and pressed it a thousand times with the equivalent of a million tonnes into the fabric.

Every organ, every bit of soft tissue was mushed and g rinded deep into the insole, has become an undistinguishable peace of it. Only the hardest parts, resilient enough, forcing the bottom it self to yield and let them be the new surface for her sole.

With time even these will be worked to grime and dust under Rachel's meaty pad.

I layed down on my stomach and put my head to the ground.

I´m so much softer than this broken armour, if she would take a jog on me there would be nothing left.

Literally.

While walking away the flexing arch would press down on me with every step, cracking chest and pelvis, crushing me.

The constant swinging motion would shift me little by little below her pad and my body would crumble likewise.

When she finally would start jogging the gooey lump that´s left would be mangled, her pad would knead me so forcefully, no bone, no joint, nothing at all could withstand this force of nature.

Finally my remains would slosh between her toes, every piece of solid matter caught sooner or later under her sole and flattened into oblivion.

Even my liquefied remains would be worked deep into the tissue and ultimately washed away by her sweat.

Suddenly something moved outside.

At least I had the feeling, a shadow passing, shifting or light slightly changing.

My blood run cold, but when I crawled back and emerged no one was on sight.

I had to leave this scene of crime before someone came back, and found me in this questionable spot.

After my d-tour I finally entered the kitchen.

There was an awkward stillness.

I came up on the table and went for my plates.

As always breakfast was prepared by one of the girls, a slice of banana, a crumb of bread, a dip of butter, some salt-grains and a thimble orange juice.

That thimble…. was rather the size of a bucket for me.

A matchbox with cotton wool on top was my seat, more matchboxes with a beer mat glued on top served as my table on their table.

My plates where bottle caps.

Everything was easy made but convenient to use.

Rachel tried to break the silence:

“you´r good?”

Me:

“Thanks.”

And like a moron I resumed:

“Just hope you both won´t break up now that you have seen what you´r missing.”

Ivy:

“Eeeh-, we share.”

Rachel could not suppress a smirk but thankfully changed the topic:

“OK, good.

So far we have 4 out.

Guess what does sell best?

The grape, the doughnut, feet & thong or Ivy´s boobs?

That was not the best diversion but still I was glad I could give a normal answer:

“If I have to guess it should have been the previous one with the boobs. We put lots of effort into it.”

Ivy agreed silently.

Rachel:

“We have 600 sells on the grape,

450 on the feet & thong.

For the boobs its a bit early, but until now disappointing 260.

And now guess: 1.300 on Ivy´s bum smushing that doughnut.”

Ivy, (with a grin):

“So Chris is in for ass again?”

And to emphasise her expectation she wiggled and bounced a few times on her chair.

Her rack swung pleasantly to watch.

But I could feel the tremors when her massive rump compressed the cushion on her stool repeatingly, sending shock waves into he ground, even shaking my little table up here.

The cushion did these desperate noises: “FFFFft- FFFft- FFFFffffffff!

Rachel:

“The numbers would suggest so.

On the other hand we did n´t do a real treat on feet.

I think we should give it a serious shot.

You remember these under glass crush clips?”

Sure I did.

From a technical point of view if you want to see something crushed as detailed as possible that would be it.

Having something- someone squeezed under a rump or foot looks spectacular from below, but gruesome the same time.

“FFFFFfffft”

Ivy punished her cushion with one more bounce.

I imagined me on a glass table under her butt.

Would she sit on me, press me down, I´d go spread eagle rather fast.

The soft flesh on top would mount its weight, pushing gently at first.

Beside me it would continue its decent, her butt covering me like a soft warm blanket.

I would end up sealed from all sides as her weight begins to bear down.

The air trapped in my pocket would find a way out, leaving me to her ass on my own.

My lungs would deflate, her skin merging with mine, feeling like melting into my pliable form.

At some point one lying there would start to give.

If the recording equipment is good and the scene free from disturbing noise you might hear some slight pops and then the ribcage cracking at once.

That´s when the body flattens out and all the guts, organs, blood and shit want to escape in any direction.

If Ivy would do it slow my skin would still hold my innards together until the weight of her upper body would come on top of the weight of her cheek.

With time the muscles and fat in her butt would compress and the brute force, her tonnage will go straight through me.

In any way, I will pop open, either at my ass, my throat or at my flanks, or all together.

The red-greyish mix of goo and blood will form a thin translucent film and creep between her flesh and the glass, seeking for the most easy way to escape the female bulk on top.

If it happens that I´m not yet centred under the cheekbone and she let her pelvis tilt over me, that will work like a rolling pin. Even my skull will collapse and all the goo will leave me like a wave.

I´d go from flat as a pancake to liquid in just one shove of her hip.

If she´d do that bouncing thing on me like just on the cushion I´d go smutsch- smutsch- smutsch anyway.

I was understandably reluctant to participate in such a setting.

Me:

“Yes, but under glass there is no cheating.

Flat is flat.

If you want to see guts smushed out you have to smush em out.”

Rachel:

“What about giving it a try?

Ivy has so nice and soft soles, she does not need to splatter you….. right away (giggles).

She can give you a massage, engulf you under her soles, rubbing you up and down, tenderising your sore spots.

Or I could do this as well, I had some massage classes once.”

Oh boy, she was heating up on this.

The beetle was not so keen for her massage, but I could n´t say that out loud.

Ivy:

“That sounds nice, a massage?”

And facing me:

“What would you suggest Chris?”

Me:

“Lying on top of your lovely, soft bum and taking a sunbath”

Rachel:

“And me using my foot to rub you up with sun lotion.

Eh?

Or I could do an Ashiatsu massage on both of you at the same time.”

And to enforce her argument she lifted up her left foot, I was facing her flawless sole.

Rachel:

“Look how nice and fluffy it is, I could rub you here, take your tiny arms and legs in between these gentle pads one by one and knead every part of you.”

While speaking she traced the outline of the foot seducible with two fingers.

And by the way, you could return the favour and tend to my special spots there?

It´s a win-win.”

The beetle. The beetle. The beetle!

Echoed through my mind.

But I was fixated on her foot, her soft ball, the high arch, the long toes wiggling, the strong heel.

I imagined me hugging her pad, cuddling into her arch, pressing my head in between her toes, taking in her sweet cent, placing kisses all over…

While me being in dreamland Rachel had her eyes right on target, piercing through me, probing for my hidden desires.

Her display was so mesmerising, I was falling for her, I did n´t even feel little dicky spring to life before it pressed against my shorts.

Ivy:

“Kinda sounds nice, you massaging me.

But as tempting as it is I guess you would likely disperse not only the lotion but Chris as well over my back and ass.

Or rather what is left of him when he oozes out between your toes….

Hmm.”

Rachel:

What about we use him like a little massage ball strapped to my sole?

Instead of standing on you I can sit above on a chair and so I can use my feet freely to work him into your buns and back.”

Ivy took a second to let this sink in.

Then facing me:

“Chris: But you have to squirm a lot to make up for Rachel holding back :)”

Rachel's eyes lit up on that comment:

“Sorry, little man, to bring that up”

she said.

“But could you squirt on cam like you just did this morning?

Imagine me fucking you with my foot (she flexed and pushed her sole in my direction) into Ivy´s ass and you jizzing all over?

Don´t need to be your guts then, creaming us girls…”

BAM!

I was getting red like caught in the act.

And I was rock solid.

Me:

“D… d.. don´t you think that would be a bit embarrassing for me?”

Rachel:

“Come on!

I had my pants down and you up there!”

Emphasizing her words she pointed at her crotch.

“You where hard in front of us on cam more than once….

I was even riding you into Ivy´s knee.”

She tilted her hips while she traced her visible privates with her fingers like she did her sole seconds ago

“Are we doing this or not?”

That's not fair!

Just minutes before I was happy Rachel spared me further embarrassment.

Then the topic goes instantly to: how to flatten and smush me.

And finally Rachel brings the jizzing thing up again, combined with me probably still ending mangled and chewed up.

I will get foot-raped into Ivy´s ass and on top have to squirt like a tube of toothpaste.

At least Rachel seems to think that we men can be squeezed out like that.

Me:

”Rachel!

I´m not filled up with cum up to my brain, that´s a misconception you have.”

Rachel:

“Than fill it up!”

Me:

“I can´t just plug it down there. You neither.”

Rachel, with both eyebrows lifted up:

“Bet I can plug you?”

Ivy:

“Calm down babe.

Solution is easy:

Sounds like some no nuttin´ time for Chris.”

Me:

“What?!”

Ivy:

“Just stop wanking for a week.

Will fill you up nicely and at the end you will go like a horse.”

Rachel grinned now ear to ear.

She leaned forward, grabbing her sole with both hands, sliding them up and down the length of her foot, kneading her fingers into the soft flesh like milking a giant dick:

“Cum for me my little stallion, cum- just for me.”

I could not think straight any more.

These two girls fucking my brain so badly, dicky betraying me too.

That was to much.

In a desperate attempt to gain the initiative I charged head on:

“OK, I´ll do it.”

“But you do it too”

“No nuttin week for all of us.

“From now on.”

“Deal?”

Rachel:

“Deal.”

In this moment I had no Idea how dangerous the built up of sexual energy will be, and the force, the tidal wave when it is finally released.

Rachel:

“Good night!”

Me:

“Good night”

Ivy:

“Good night”.

We where in the girls bed, lights out and ready to sleep.

It was day four of no nuttin´ week, my little sleeping box was placed just between both girls´s pillows.

It was not my idea but after our dare we agreed to watch each other.

The girls would wake me up if I encountered a nightmare, or a wet dream- again.

And for me this way I could keep some control over them as well.

If you do your daily routines you don´t recognise how often sexual themes cross your mind, but with our self imposed restrain it became awful painful for me.

I guess the girls had similar experiences.

We had agreed on penalties but the ultimate motivation was ones pride, to stay strong against own desires.

Rachel:

“Can I have a good night kiss?”

Ivy:

“Sure darling.”

My whole world sank as both girls leaned towards each other, supporting their enormous masses near my box on the mattress.

Their lips met just above me, up in the dark.

I expected them to break after a while but they seem to keep going.

Me, a bit cocky:

“Do I get a kiss too?”

One of them started purring and the other chimed in, and in an instant lips and tongues where all over me and started working me up.

My blanket pushed aside I was lifted out of my makeshift bed by their lips and kept in suspension.

Mouths closing around my limbs and tongues exploring my body like candy.

It was indeed very pleasant- but in blunt violation of our agreement.

We were kinda allowed to tease each other but it was strictly hands off.

No rubbing, grinding, pushing or whatever could cause one of us to force the other one to give in.

I tried to protest but my initiative was drowned out inside the mouth that got my upper half.

I ended up hugging the enormous tongue as it worked me against the roof.

The second pair of lips sucked eagerly on my pelvis and legs.

I tried to force it away by clamping my legs but it made the slimy invader only angry.

It pushed between my legs while the enormous suction of her lips pressed me close around the tongue.

Teeth scratched around my hips, dragged along and pulled my pants down.

They got sucked away in an instant.

If not for the massive muscle holding me in place I could have disapeared together with them down the other hatch.

I could not even tell who would have swallowed me.

I was anonymously violated in the dark.

Fuck, what where they thinking?!

Deep moans engulfed my struggling form, mighty enough to crush any kidney stones.

Both tongues where working on me separately but in an instant they shoved against each other, colliding over my frail body.

Invading the others mouth, mushing and pressing against them and me in between.

Their moans intensified while I got swirled and chased from mouth to mouth sometimes hitting a row of teeth.

As the pitch of their moans rose I got so raped.

Again pressed to the roof of one mouth the opposing tongue slipped between my legs while her flesh squeezed tight from the outside.

The tip of her undulating muscle working on my balls and shaft, pressing, massaging  them against me while the lips closed and coiled around my hips and legs like a python crushing a mouse.

In an alternating rythm suction waves drew me so strong, I had to clench my cheeks in desperation so she would not suck the living shit out of me.

While breaths and moans washed over me rapidly, my body tensed.

Finally- like braching a dam-  endless gratification radiated from my core into every corner of my body.

If one of them had swallowed or crushed me in this moment I could not have minded.

As the waves of extasia shook my soul, the surrounding lips pulsed and munched together, but slave to their own euphoric tremors, not mine.

…..

I was so exhausted, spent, used up.

On the verge of drifting to sleep I was dropped into my sheets.

I thought I have never come that hard in my whole life.

Someone pulled the blanket over me, the fingers leaving a slimy telltale mark on the sheets.

My nose, still full of their saliva knew this other scent.

It dawned on me, I have not been the real centre of affection up here.

At least not for the girls.

Ivy:

“Plot idea: for every misspelled doughnut in the transcript I smush a twinkie with you lying on top?

Might save you from Rachel eating you up inside her thong again.”

Rachel:

“Nope.

No thong time for Chris, but I make him pay anyway.

For not always using a capital ARRRRR for me.”

Me:

“Giiirls!

C´mon!”

Rachel:

“Settled.

Clip 5 will be: “ride that twink

and clip 6 will be: “fuckin´ typo.”

And both girls broke out in laughter.

Some days have passed since the last, well…., call it incident.

But no one mentioned a word.

What sense would there be to talk about this fail on self control?

Did I fail?

No.

Does it matter?

Fuck, it was awesome.

Our no nuttin´countdown was reset (not by me) and the same here, silence.

We continued chatting until Ivy had to leave.

Rachel stood up just before Ivy walked out the door to remind her to get the twinkies.

They seemed to be serious about that.

I could already picture me embedded in the soft mass quivering below Ivy´s ass.

And I wandered, what was it with Rachel.

On one side she was working hard to keep her distance to me and on the other hand I was eaten up by both of them with the same eagerness.

What was it now?

Rachel came back with a broad smile on her face:

“A priest, an imam and a rabbit sitting in a bar.”

Me: “okay?”

Rachel: “Says the rabbit: >Guys, I think I´m a typo.

Me (laughing): That's okay as long as you don´t fuck me up for that.

Rachel (with a giggle):

“You wish I would.

But still no coochie for little Chris.

Naah-

I could foot- fuck you up.

Don´t ya think?”

Me:

“You don´t just fuck around with me, you have to earn it.”

Fuckin no nuttin´week- I thought by myself.

Otherwise we would never have such a spicy argument.

I guess.

Rachel:

“Hohoho! Someone wants his ass seriously whipped.”

Me: “challenge accepted, but don´t cry when I mop the floor with your face.”

Our duel was inventibe now.

She reached out and I hopped into her hand.

It was agreed that we did some work on the store while Ivy was gone but there was no way delaying our dispute now.

We both found fun in this old shooter, this went so far that with a little help from a friend we had gotten a custom made keyboard and a mouse for me (we would never done that just for work).

My screen was a modified tablet so I had a really impressive field of view.

I looked at more square inches screen than my bed could have.

Rachel's station lacked these enormous proportions but when she hit her keyboard hard it could shake me up as a whole, so that compensated for my visual advantage.

We booted up our machines and the fight was on.

I was not that good today, my aim was sloppy and her moves where hard to predict.

But in the end I could win our session with the slightest margin.

It was so close that we both considered it a remis.

We sat down again in the kitchen for a break from our gaming session.

The atmosphere was relaxed so I gave in to my curiosity.

Me:

“May I ask you a private question?”

Rachel (a bit puzzled):

“Sure...?”

Me:

“We do these clip now for a while, and you almost…. always keep distance.

Do you…

Do you feel uncomfortable with me?”

Rachel shifted in her seat.

Her eyes went from relaxed and happy to scanning nervously the surroundings, avoiding me.

Rachel:

“Chris…..,

no,…..”

I regretted my thoughtless interest as I felt her discomfort.

Me:

“Please forget it.

Silly question.”

She sighted, her eyes nailed me.

Something came from deep inside her.

Very strong.

Little veins in her face started to pulse and I swear I could hear her heart beating like a drum,

Her eyes radiated, I felt like being pearced by an energetic beam roasting me from the inside out.

But then hesitation again.

Her gaze turned down.

She started mumbling:

“Me …,

..you…”

We where interrupted by a heavy thump against the entrance.

The lock clicked and the door swung open.

We could clearly hear Ivy struggling with something bulky.

Rachel instantly went to help and so any upcoming revelation was gone.

I was not sure if this was a good or bad thing.

Whatever was bearing down on Rachel slipped away into the depths of her mind.

Both girls hoisted the object into the living room and chatter erupted.

Than noises of unpacking.

I took my time to reach the girls as I knew I only could watch from the side.

But when I finally arrived at the scene I froze in my tracks.

There in the middle of the room was a chair.

Simple in its construction and modest in size.

Four legs, one at each corner.

The sitting surface slightly curved, the chair back as well.

But what stood out imidietly, was the fact that it had only one purpose here with us.

Form follows function they say, but in this case it was the material giving it away.

It was made completely clear like out of glass.

When Ivy saw me she got a grin on her face.

Rachel was enthusiastic too, ignoring me she hastily passed the door frame I was standing in.

Mearley seconds later she returned with a cleaner and kitchen wipes.

She speeded by, placing her bare foot again uncomfortably close to me, only to lift it away in her swift motion in a blink of an eye.

Both times I could feel the dull vibrations when the ground accepted her weight and only imagine how fast my end could have been if I had stood in her way.

She wasted no time cleaning the surfaces to perfection.

When satisfied she turned on the spot and darted again out of the living room placing her step even closer to my still frozen form.

But this time she abruptly halted and turned down to me.

Shifting her weight off her precariously close foot, lifting her toes straight above me:

“Chris, please mind your step! Or do you want to kiss my sole?”

Being caught completely off guard I had only the morons resolve.

Me: “Only if your are not afraid me biting a leg off.”

Without further comment her toes came at me, pushing down.

As I tumbled onto my back her sole slid over and on top, pinning me to the ground.

The heel settled away from my feet and her arch bore on me in a rolling motion.

It was slow enough that I could get my limbs sorted out but otherwise her skin fell upon me like a very heavy blanket, immobilising me.

Soon enough the pressure mounted further, air wheezed out of my mouth.

My skin prevented my guts from escaping sideways so they pushed up into my collapsing lung. My lips, my nose, my face was pressed deeply into her soft skin.

As fast as it had happened the foot rose away.

Rachel: “Ooooch, how nice, you really gave me a kiss.”

Her gaze narrowed and she resumed:

“Nono Chris! No nuttin´ week still on.”

As I sucked air into my lung and searched for my bearings I recognised what she had mend with that comment.

I was visibly hard.

Rachel: “Do you want to merry my sole?”

And she held it again into my face, this time with the centrer of her her pad to my nose, so close my nose tip was touching her skin.

Rachel: “But remember, no sex before wedding night.”

“RACHEL!

Don´t mess around” called Ivy.

With a disappointed: “Naah-” Rachel turned and left.

“Come on, take a look” Ivy encouraged.

The Floor was clean but after standing up I dusted myself off anyway and came closer.

“Do you want to have the first seat on our newest addition?” She asked.

I could sene the trap.

Me: “Thanks, but ladies first!”

“What a gentlemen you are. Come here.” And with a pointy gesture Ivy assigned me a spot under the chair.

As I walked closer she dropped her pants and shirt and as I was in place she slowly sat down.

Her hips widened as she hovered over the invisible surface, her thong covering her privates at front but disappearing swiftly into her impressive crack.

Her hefty thighs where slightly spread and despite her lower lips pronounced and puffy, there was still plenty of space between her coochie and the chair.

There was a moment when her thighs made contact and had begun to spread out under the weight, closing the gap between them and her womanly box, so it was surrounded by a growing sea of constricting flesh.

The butt cheeks loomed like to planetary spheres above and as they touched the surface they also conformed to the mounting pressure and widened likewise.

The point of contact grew and with adding weight from above her skin turned gradually pale.

While her hips did not only covered the surface but spread out beyond the chairs frame the space below her lips closed in from all sides.

If an ant would be sitting in this spot it must see and feel like a hall was collapsing down on it.

The flesh of Ivy´s thighs sealed against it self and the still compressing cheeks.

When she finally relaxed into the chair I could only imagine the forces at work as the flesh changed its taint with every slight shift of her body.

Then, as slowly as she had sat down she lifted herself up, her skin partially sticking to the surface and peeling away. Everything I had witnessed was now reversed until her impressive rump was far up above the chair.

She sat down again and I could see this awesome. sight another time.

It was like a mountain coming straight down into your face.

This time after relaxing her tonnage into the chair she moved visibly, grinding her booty into the surface.

Her butt cheeks and thighs stayed firmly attached, but the spot in the middle with her coochie above, showed contrary movement to her upper body.

I never realised before that the centrer of rotation could be so high above her sitting surface, it seemed that Ivy was technically floating an inch or two atop her ample bum.

I must have bees standing under this chair like in trance with my head facing straight up into Ivy's ass. I did not notice Rachel returning ,standing in the door frame, grinning broadly at the scene.

Rachel: “Look at him! I think he can´t wait to share this seat with you”.

There was no question about my fate as she had all the recording equipment already in her hands.

by Squash

“It was never my biggest desire to squash a man by sitting on him,

but,

I must admit,

seeing that pathetic helpless little man resting in my chair,
with apparently no way of getting down,

unless,

of course,

he wants to jump,

sure get a girl thinkin´!“

These words passed right through my body as Ivy´s deep voice rumbled them into me.

I was sitting on top of the chair, below on the ground Rachel´s smartphone filming up against the transparent surface.

Lights where placed well sideways so their reflection would not interfere with my fate.

Rachel had the usual camera established on Ivy´s face with my puny form out of focus in between.

I knew this line, it was the beginning of a story from the time when the internet still was young.

Rachel had dug it up a few weeks ago.

It was in the archive, the section with the really old stuff, where most of the links where broken by now.

Ivy:

“You better move.

Or I'll sit on you.

So if you don’t want to be squashed …

MOVE IT! “

Fuck- she´s serious.

My eyes were surly full of surprise, even panic despite I knew something like this was coming.

I just could jump down, despite the relative height the chance of straining an ankle or something similar was modest.

But still I had faith in the girls to spare me from certain death so I did not break character.

Ivy:
“Well, do what ever you want too,

but I’m sitting down.”

And with that she turned around, readying herself for a sitting position.

Rachel increased the distance to get the whole scene in focus as well as the full picture of me disappearing under Ivy´s descending ass.

Me:

“Please!

Please!

Goddess!

Spare me!

Don´t sit on me!

You will hurt me!”

As if on command I could see a chill forming on Ivy´s neck going down her spine and in my imagination to the middle of her crouch.

I can´t say if her nipple hardened by her thought of me being squashed beneath her, in any case her power was absolute to me.

I wandered if a girl having such a power rush on my expense could climax even before I was crushed beneath her.

Her hips widened as she started to squat down to a sitting position.

Her butt looked like two beach balls ready to crush down on me any second.

With a desperate squeak I tried to dodge my faith.

As her right cheek came down first I crawled forward between her settling thighs and straightened up against her nether lips.

But as she decedent further I was forced down and ended up on my hands and knees, my back supporting her womanhood.

The thinnest garment separated my back from her soft lips and I could feel the heat radiating down.

I imagined moisture seeping through the thong.

I was determined to fight back and started banging my head upwards against her sensitive flesh as hard as I could.

It must have been no more than gently tapping for her but still she shivered in response.

I could hear muffed words probably something like “little devil”, and then she rolled over, relaxing into the chair.

Her body entombed me, squeezing me from every side.

I tightened every muscle but her flesh invaded my space, forcing me to buckle and bend.

Minutes ago I could see how Ivy´s titanic bulk pressed down on her thighs and ass cheeks.

How thousand of tons forced this sea of muscle and flesh against the transparent surface of the chair, squeezing her planetary sized ass cheeks flat under her weight.

Now I was in the middle of it, on the verge of being liquefied by her gyrating ass.

In a desperate attempt I pushed my head up once more banging her box hard witch made her only tighten her core.

I felt a short relief as the lips above me retracted, but then again they relaxed down on my back and only increased my predicament.

I thought, if there where no thong shielding her entrance, could I worm up to escape my crushing defeat?

Would I trade less pressure for less air?

Here I was folded in myself, surrounding my little pocket of air.

Pony play at its limit.

But when wiggling up her cunt like a fish, how could I breathe there?

And, the pause her contraction brought me down here, it would break me right away in her innermost place.

No one would even hear the crunch of my giving body.

As I weighted my non existing options the pressure lessened and her oppressing flesh lifted.

She was standing up.

To my astonishment her skin peeled of the surface of the chair but I was like glued to her.

As I went higher and higher Rachel´s hand appeared below me and extracted me from Ivy´s intimate spot.

Rachel: “He looks a bit crumpled, maybe you can straighten him out?”

With a broad smile on her face she hoisted me up and onto a soft surface, pressing my back carefully into it.

My hope for a break was gone as she guided me down onto the chair again, placing me on the spot where Ivy´s left cheek would settle.

I tried to move my limbs, witch worked but my back was stuck on the unknown object below me.

Rachel's face came close and she whispered:

“On the next pass retract your gear, get your hands and feet up and beside you.

Trust me.”

There was no time to think about it because Ivy´s ass was closing in again.

Her skin touched my front and pressed me down into my makeshift mattress.

Whatever I was lying on, I could feel it giving under my back.

As there was space beside me where my mattress ended I had my feet and hands still movable and pushed them against her descending flesh.

Something behind me popped and moisture seeped from below against my back while my limbs ended up spread eagle in the closing gap between her cheek and the surface of the stool.

The pressure was still bearable but when Ivy would relax into the seat my fate was clear like the bottom of this chair.

But thankfully she lifted again, this time the sticky mattress below me won and her skin peeled of, leaving me on the chair.

I remembered Rachel's instruction and pulled myself, my feet and my hands together.

“Yeah, he is still flappin´, do it again” sounded her cheery voice from the side.

Ivy´s ass returned with unstoppable force, pressing me further into my creamy mattress.

This time my feet and hands took their fair share of her weight and sunk with me.

I felt more popping and seeping below me and with a gurgling sound the moisture found its way up and engulfed me.

Raspberries.

Raspberriejuice.

I could taste it.

I was lying on raspberries.

At least some have to be embedded under me, and crushed by now.

But not only.

As the berries gave there was something else, hard and stick-like hidden even deeper.

Ivy´s ass was still descending and her soft flesh bore down more with every second.

The whole thing I was lying on top spread and shifted under her weight and I had to think about the doughnut from our second clip.

That must have been the feeling if I had not crawled away in time, escaping Ivy while she was sitting down on it.

Rachel seemed to direct Ivy in her motions, I could not make out her words but Ivy lifted again, leaving me firmly embedded.

“Hold still a sec´” was Rachel´s next command.

Her fingers pressed down my sticky prison and freed me in the same motion, extracting me swiftly.

“Yep, one more time. Squash that little devil.”

She placed me on a chair in her arms reach, dropping me there, hiding me between bubble warp and cleaning paper.

I was exhausted, battered, crushed and soiled so I just could lay there, recover and watched the scene.

Ivy had not noticed that I was gone and was descending another time slowly.

Rachel had her hand at her side and guided her down.

For the first time I could see what my former mattress was made of.

A twinkie.

After the two previous passes it was a rather flat Twinkie. but still recognisable.

Rachel: “Hold it there. Can you feel him squirm?”

Ivy: “I feel the lump but he is not movin´ any more.”

Rachel: “He can take it. Just hold.”

She stood up and approached her lover from the front.

Ivy had her hands on the sides of the chair and was holding most of her bulk in suspension by leaning froward.

Rachel bent down meeting Ivy´s face and spoke slowly:

“You know how they love it when we make out?”

With these words she locked lips and engaged in the most sensual kiss I have ever seen.

Ivy responded hesitantly but warmed up, met her partners exertion.

Rachel used her hands to guide Ivy´s head up while Ivy was forced to hold balance.

I could see how both girls slowly shifted back putting more and more ass on my previous bedding.

Droplets of raspberry juice where visible on the top side of the compressing Twinkie., squirting away.

Far into the kiss Ivy recognised the steady shift and tried to push up, but Rachel used her advantage to move them both down further.

Ivy's eyes widened as her ass descended onto the sacrifice below, but Rachel did not stop and aggressively explore her mouth, lifting her head higher up and sitting down on Ivy´s left knee.

Being put off balance so harshly Ivy fell back into the chair, her ass spreading out over the whole surface exceeding the edges.

I could hear a muffed crunch, the combined weight squashed whatever Rachel had hid in that twinkie flat.

A viscerious mass with red streaks gushed and quelled from under her ass over the rim of the chair, dripping down, soiling the floor below.

Ivy panicked but Rachel still controlled the situation from atop.

Tilting and riding her coach into Ivy´s left tight she violently shoved her lovers ass into the chair with such force that the whole thing creaked and seemed to bend under their combined weight.

Like in trance Rachel becalmed Ivy with: “its okay, its okay” witch seemed to allay her, lessening her resistance to Rachel's assault.

Still grinding down she finally revealed the truth whispering into Ivy´s ear: “He is save. On the chair to your left. Keep going.”

Ivy turned her head, her eyes searching for me.

I was to weak for standing or jumping but I raised my hand to signal my well being.

When she finally spotted me her whole body relaxed and Rachel's movements drove her hips and ass into the chair without any restraint.

At first there was some more cracking from below but these noises died down and you could only hear the smushing and peeling of Ivy´s ass on the viscerious surface of the rocking chair.

They kissed and made out for another minute, then the motions lessened and Rachel stood up.

“We fucked this sucker flat for sure.

Wanna check?”

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This chapter was inspired by one of the earliest stories I encountered.

I can only express my gratitude to Squash.

This is his original work, I removed only minor typos, to prevent him getting fucked up for these.

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It was never my biggest desire to squash a man by sitting on him, but, I must admit seeing that pathetic helpless little man resting in my chair with apparently no way of getting down (unless, of course, he wants to jump) sure get a girl to thinking!

“You had better move “I said..

“Or I'll sit on you. so if you don’t want to be squashed… MOVE IT!“
His eyes were full of surprise and panic as he laid there trying to decide what to do next.

Should he jump and face shear death, or, stay and hope to
escape what could be a certain dead end.

“Well, do what ever you want too, but I’m sitting down.”

And turned around readying myself for a sitting position.

Just then the little man started to scream and cry, begging me not to sit on him.

Hearing him sounding so disparate and yet so venerable sent horny chills from the back of my neck to the middle of my crouch.

It was so exciting that my nipples harden and my breathing was shallow.

Just thinking of how powerful and absolute I was to him all most made me climax.
I’ve always thought of my self as a girl with a pretty nice ass, in spite of a few extra pounds, But... to this helpless little man, my butt must look like two gigantic beach balls, ready to crush down on him any second.
My hips widened as I started to squat down to a sitting position. A desperate yell squeaked out as my right check settled down to the seat, leaving my left check to imprison the little man.

Crying and squirming was the best defence against his fate, along with this tapping on my butt which, I’m sure must of been him hitting it as hard as he could,.... I could barley fell it!

With just a little shift of my weight, as I rolled over, the hitting and crying stopped.

His body tighten up like one complete muscle but quickly surrendered as the full weight of my body rested on him bringing him to a muffled crunch!

by Squash

Good news, the new clip was awesome.

With minor edits like cutting my removal, it looked authentic and spectacular violent.

There was a second phone recording, catching Ivy as a whole. With this three perspectives the audience could not only watch me being crushed from below but the girls bodies and faces thrive while doing so in one swoop.

Rachel must have planned this far in advance.

She had organised the raspberries and for the crunch she had found very filigree dried noodles she could embed in that twinkie.

The girls grinding away on top of this made my demise look real, especially with the red streaks like blood and guts, the splintered noodles resembling broken bones, ribs.

The crunching and quelling of my dummy under Ivy´s ass while Rachel was riding her down was so convincing that we even got accused of murder.

Best publicity ever and sales went through the roof, topping all previous clips combined within 24 hours.

But there was the dark side too.

Ivy felt badly pranked.

She was sure in that one moment I was crushed below her for real.

Rachel found hundred reasons why this was necessary, but we all knew it had worked the same with Ivy and me knowing the plan from the beginning.

And nasty like fallout there was my perspective.

These few seconds Ivy´s ass moved further back,

when it crushed down,

and mostly when Ivy let Rachel calm her from above,

allowing her to end my little life below their passion, making out on top of me.

I had expected that Ivy would push her pelvis up and buck Rachel off to save me.

But she gave.

Accepting Rachel to ride this massive ass violently into my breaking form while they where kissing and Rachel grinding her cunt into Ivy´s leg.

This weakness, the revelation through this silly prank was holding me captive and Ivy could feel it.

I tried to push these thoughts aside,

but still,

what friend would trade your life for just a passionate kiss?

No, that´s not the whole truth.

She did resist.

If she hadn´t her ass would have relaxed far earlier than we could see.

The final crunches came after she knew me save.

I have to be so fair.

I needed some extended rest and the girls had transferred my bed temporary back into my room.

We trusted each other to uphold our newfound chastity, at least for one night.

It was late and I walked back from the toilet to get my sleep.

As the lights could not be switched on by me, the girls had arranged little lamps you use for kids.

You just plug these things into the sockets and they give modest light on the floor.

While still mulling my mind I recognised brand new sneakers near the door.

One of the kid-lights was just shining on them.

They where white with fancy pink stripes all over, one upright and the second, the right sneaker carelessly tossed on its side.

I made a d-tour for a quick look, I had never expected something as girlish as these on Rachel´s spot.

The interior was pink too and while closing the distance I could see how fluffy the insole seemed to be.

No way these would survive even on day on Rachel´s feet.

But one thing bothered me.

There was a dark spot further down in the lying sneaker.

It didn´t make sense to me.

It was oddly shaped, I couldn´t make it out in the dark down there.

Usually you´d take your phone and switch on your flashlight but not at my size.

As curiosity got the better of me I climbed inside.

I was sure by now these shoes where never used before, the soft fabric did not show any signs of wear or compression at all.

The dark spot, now that It was in hands reach, seemed to be a shred, a fragment, flat, a broken piece, slightly curved…

THE BUG!

In the same moment my realisation hit, the whole shoe turned upright.

I was thrown from the side onto the sole, slipping a little on the plushy surface.

The broken piece of the bugs exoskeleton tumbled further down into the toe section.

I instantly scrambled for escape.

But too late, huge toes entered the mouth of the shoe, stretching it a little. The fleshy pad followed.

Darkness fell over me, then her toes.

I could feel them pass, pushing me down.

I wiggled and scrambled but did not come far.

I was heading into the right direction but after her toes her pad brushed roughly over my body down my legs.

I turned in the confining space so I could at least bang my hands against her sole, but was finally pushed down by the delicate skin of her arch.

Further up the shoe, above my head I could feel and hear her heel gliding slowly into place, the whole sole pushing me down into her insole.

With my last strength I managed to move my head to the left, as far away from the heel as possible.

My chest was pinned slightly diagonal under her arch, left arm and left leg where kinda okay but my right sided limbs really took her on.

As she shifted her weight on her toes I stayed stuck but the pressure lessened.

She knew that I´m in here.

That was a trap.

But she didn´t want to crush me right away, she seemed to be busy with the second shoe.

Will she go for a jog?

I´m done anyway.

I wiggled, pressed my pelvis against her softened foot only to notice that I was rock hard again.

So be it.

I´m a foot perv.

Can´t help it.

Does not matter now.

I will get trampled to bloody mush any second.

Fuck it.

At least I could rub one out.

My last one.

Fuck no nuttin´week.

Fuck all the girls I could have had.

Fuck Rachel.

As she was still doing the other shoe I pushed my left hand down. I could even get my right hand unstuck and beside me.

Only my right foot was still firmly pinned, my upper body was pressed with only modest force.

With both my hands and wiggling my hips I moved my shorts as far down as possible, enough to free willy.

And I started to fuck her foot, pumping my pelvis into her sole.

I managed to come quiet close with only about 20 pushes,

until she stood up.

The pressure returned and the soft skin moulded around me, forcing most of the air out of my lungs, pressing against my pelvis, squeezing against my face.

And then she started fucking me back.

Pumping her foot down in repeating motions, mirroring my previous pace.

My last bit of air was pressed out, leaving my mouth hissing and while she relaxed for the next pump I drew back what I could.

At least as my head was at the very side of the shoe I had some ventilation.

I didn´t count but after a while she stopped and relaxed her foot, I could draw some deeper breaths.

I didn´t cum but I noticed dicky was slimy all over with... pre-cum I guess.

“You will not break me!” Screamed my mind.

When I go I will go with a bang.

I readied for my final act of defiance, priming my pelvis for a fast rejoinder.

And then she started to walk.

Instant regret.

She will break me and I will go with a pop.

A short relieving moment was followed by an oppressing rolling motion beginning at her heel, pressing through my body down to her pad and toes.

My body ached bitterly under the crushing weight of every step,

She seemed to put most of her weight on the outer side of her foot, at least sparing me from deadly force.

My existence was reduced to basic functions like not bursting and drawing air when her foot lifted.

After endless torture, It could have been 20 steps at most, she had entered their bedroom.

She shifted her right foot in front of her, giving me much needed rest.

“Give me love” she whispers.

“Girl!” returned Ivy.

Rachel: “Come to me, give me love!

I need you!”

I can only guess that Ivy was in the bed already but stood up and walked up to Rachel.

They must have hugged as Rachel strained me again, compensating her stand while Ivy pulled her close.

Ivy: “Girl, just two days, stay strong!”

Rachel: “Fuck no nuttin´week.

Fuck Chris.

He fucks it too.

I need you.

NOW.”

Silence for a moment.

Rachel: “Put your foot on top of mine”.

Unluckily the modest pressure I was under increased.

Rachel: “Imagine, there is a man, a worm, wiggling in between us, pushing us apart, destroying our lives. Show me, tell me, what would you do to that insect.”

Ivy pressed slowly down on Rachel's foot.

Ivy: “No man can do that. No man can be strong enough to break our love.”

I felt Rachel´s arch coming down on me, her muscles where relaxed and soft but it went further and further down, embedding me in her sole, my flesh melting into her skin.

Ivy: “I know what you want. I´ll promise, I will break and grind every man to dust for you. I´ll crush every bone, one by one, make him suffer.”

Her foot on top mimicked her words, shifting and grinding down, my pelvis was ready to break, my ribs where caved in and creaking, My limbs pressed flat, all blood squeezed from them. All guts up up my throat, ready to burst through my mouth at any moment. My vision red and my ears ringing.

I could feel something crack but no additional pain.

My state was beyond pain anyway.

Probably it was still me yielding under Ivy´s angry words.

Feeling the crack a shiver went through Rachel, she pulled her foot up and Ivy stepped off.

Rachel: “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

I can´t tell what happened next.

But when I returned to the living I already was engulfed in a sea of motion.

As my mind cleared I found myself being humped into Rachel´s sole.

I could hear her whimper, Ivy grunted and the buzzing of a thousand angry hornets caught in between them, oscillating with every push.

On every grunt the pressure on me lessened but returned in between.

Rachel's foot was curled, giving me space, but from the outside, behind the sole of her sneaker a massive object drove me into her flesh.

She must be lying on her back, her foot against the bedpost and Ivy is fucking her silly, probably banging her with a strap-on.

Every time Ivy´s massive hips collided into Rachel she was pushed up by the sheer momentum, relieving me until her bulk swung back.

She seemed to steady herself against the bedpost, letting it hammer me into her sole while Ivy screwed her.

The force of her foot pressing me flat against that pole was way beyond the limits my body could take.

But still dicky had it´s fun.

While I was falling apart under her swaying motions my little friend poked eagerly into her wrinkles, self-sufficiently powered by the goddesses lust.

Only the impending orgasm kept me conscious, its promise pulsing from my crumpled middle far out into my battered limbs, building up with every push.

Finally, my dam busted.

I came,

and came,

and came.

Spurt after spurt synchronised with her abuse, swelled into her wrinkles, wetted her curling sole.

Nirvana engulfed me, radiating out, overcummin´ her reverberating pressure on my little body.

Endless happiness blazed through my skin into hers, up her leg, straight into her very core.

She must have felt it.

She climaxed with an ear-piercing scream, straightening her leg, pumping me, pressing every last drop out of my diminishing existence.

Sparked by her lovers throbs Ivy´s cunt must have joined in, spams seem to munch down on the buzzing hornets between them, smothering all movement up there likewise.

What a way to go…. I thought…..

While Rachel was still shaking violently in her orgasm,

I went limp, drifting away in happiness.