Ky’s mind went through all the reasons why this was a bad idea for the umpteenth time, but also for the umpteenth time he forced the urge to quit down. Sure, he was a normal sized, run of the mill male, and would therefore never be anywhere near as strong as the mini giantess running around in the world. Sure, he didn’t have any superpowers, so he wouldn’t be beating any of the masked supers running around in a race anytime soon either. But… those had been his excuses for far too long… and eventually he decided that if he didn’t start focusing on being more physically fit, he never would. That decided, he was here today trying his best… though that didn’t really make the reality of exercising an easier.

What was this 6 foot tall, 20-something year old doing, you might ask? What was causing his already sun kissed skin to become even more tan? What would make his already messy curls of brown hair become even messier, to cause said hair to fight to get in his blue-green eyes from being weighed down with sweat?

Well the answer to all those questions was…

He was running.

Or doing his best to do so, anyway.

Needless to say, it had been a while since Ky had ran anywhere, at least in a literal sense, and his exhaustion made this plain for all to see. 

He was glad, at least, that he looked the part of the avid jogger in his opinion, clad in his newly bought workout shirt, basketball shorts, and jogging shoes.  Of course, he might have avoided black if he knew it was going to be this darn HOT out… But still, although he was going a snail’s pace compared to any super (or mini-giantess for that matter), he still trudged on as best he could, with only the slightest— okay, pretty audible wheezing along the way.

Unfortunately, brute force of will could only get him so far, so when he saw an old wooden bench along the side of the jogging trail, he could no longer deny his fatigue. He was a little surprised at just how big the bench was when he got to it, and how much wear was apparent from it being VERY well used over the years, but when he hopped up onto the bench and leaned back, the old bench felt like the most luxurious of couches to his battered body.

Exhaustion hitting him like a truck, Ky almost fell asleep right there, until he suddenly started to hear… some kind of wet slapping sound? Curious, he forced his tired eyes to find the source of the odd noise… and boy did they find it.

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Bethany’s mind went through all the reasons why this was a bad idea for the umpteenth time, but also for the umpteenth time she forced the urge to quit down. Sure, she was a mini-giantess sized, incredibly tall female, and would therefore never have to hustle to get anywhere as much as the ‘normal’ sized people of the world. Sure, she didn’t have any superpowers, so she wouldn’t be beating any of the masked supers running around in a race anytime soon either. But… those had been her excuses for far too long… and although she couldn’t quite put her finger on what had changed about herself (her waist high bathroom mirror doing wonders to keep her titanic hips out-of-sight, out-of-mind), she did feel she was a bit… sluggish if nothing else. And so she eventually decided that she should put in some kind of token effort towards physical fitness. That decided, she was here today trying her best… though that didn’t really make the reality of exercising any easier.

What was this 12 foot tall, 20-something year old doing, you might ask? What would most likely end up with her pale skin having at least mild burns? What would cause her long, blonde pony-tailed hair to fly to and fro, to cause said hair to fight to get in her green eyes from being weighed down with sweat?

Well the answer to all those questions was…

She was running.

Or doing her best to do so, anyway.

Needless to say, it had been a while since Bethany had ran anywhere, at least in a literal sense, and her exhaustion made this plain for all to see. 

She hoped, at least, that she looked the part of the avid jogger, clad in her newly bought workout top, running shorts, and jogging shoes.  Of course, if she had taken the time to ask anyone who saw her, they might have pointed out the fact that since she was literally pouring waterfalls of sweat everywhere so bad she was over-soaking her shoes (leading to loud, wet, squishing/slapping sounds with every footfall), that choosing WHITE for her entire outfit might not have been wise (both because of sweat stains AND the fact that it left little to the imagination)… They might have ALSO pointed out, that beyond already being a mini-giantess, Bethany was VERY well endowed, especially in the hips and butt department, but with a chest that was nothing to look down on either. This led to her sweat-soaked top, already too small, to cling like an out-grown sports bra.  Although no one would probably notice that over the fact that her butt, humongous for a woman of ANY height, was doing its absolute best to DEVOUR her running shorts…. But still, although she was going a snail’s pace compared to any super (or any other mini-giantess for that matter), she still trudged on as best she could, with only the slightest— okay, pretty audible wheezing along the way.

Unfortunately, brute force of will could only get her so far, so when sweat stung her eyes for the trillionth time and she saw an old wooden bench along the side of the jogging trail in her suddenly blurred vision, she could no longer deny her fatigue. She was a little worried as she reached out to steady herself and felt how beat up the old wood was, sure it would be horribly uncomfortable, but decided she was too exhausted to care (or to notice the soon to be poor gentleman already occupying the bench).  But when she spun around and unceremoniously flopped her titanic ass onto the bench and leaned back, she was surprised to find… this was the most comfortable seat she had ever sat upon.

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Ky’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he witnessed the widest-hipped woman he had ever seen, a fact punctuated even harder by this woman being an obvious mini-giantess. She was probably nearly double his height, and almost as wide as he was tall.  She was absolutely drenched in sweat, splashing it everywhere around her with every footfall.  And speaking of footfalls, he was surprised to find that the sound he had heard was her sneakers slapping the jogging trail with every step, and as she got closer he noticed her poor shoes were actually squelching with accumulated sweat.

Although he would normally will himself not to stare, Ky found either through fatigue, shock, or both, he could not pull his eyes away from her. And an eyeful he continued to receive. She was, as some might describe it, a ‘fat-quake’ in motion, and although she would most likely jiggle with the slightest of movements normally (especially around her hips and thighs), her attempt to jog literally caused every bit of her chub to ricochet off of every other bit, and there wasn’t a centimeter of her body that wasn’t in motion.

More and more of his vision was filled with this towering spectacle of pure womanhood, and Ky couldn’t help but be so distracted that it wasn’t until she was reaching out to steady herself on the bench he occupied that he finally snapped out of his trance. Unfortunately, he didn’t get much of a chance to do anything about it as her sudden stop caused a wave of sweat to surge off of her… right onto every inch of him. Ky’s skin immediately crawled from the sensation, only for his nose to finally catch up and register one of the worst cases of BO he had ever been unfortunate to witness, let alone this close to the source (or be covered in the pure essence of).  Fighting down a gag (and only slightly succeeding), Ky finally got a hold of himself enough to make his presence known to the behemoth towering over him, only for his words to die in his mouth…

She had turned around.

If Ky thought her hips were humongous from the front, he was still unprepared for the sheer GLORY that was this woman’s ass. The shelf of all shelves wobbled right in his face, literally filling his entire view. The humongous globes of flesh were doing their damnedest to eat her poor running shorts, leading to a horribly soggy, lop-sided wedgie from hell. And if the tsunami of body sweat he had endured a second ago had been bad, that was NOTHING compared to the ripeness that was her unadulterated butt at point blank. He actually did gag this time, which unfortunately used up his last chance to realize that SHE hadn’t realized he was there… before she unceremoniously flopped her ass right down onto the bench… and literally buried him under/in it.

As Ky silently screamed in panic, Bethany only settled in, apparently very happy with the seating arrangement, wiggling and grinding her hips in to get even more comfortable. Her simple relaxation was a bit more complicated of an experience for Ky. Once again the smell grew to a whole new level of torture, the horrible BO with a strong kick of butt stench completely replaced with pure and unbridled swamp ass. In addition, her ass was so huge compared to his entire body that he was completely swallowed from the hips up in her ass crack, her chunky thighs easily burying his legs so no one would have a clue from the outside. And with just a little swivel of her hips, he was horrified to find himself pulled into almost as much of a wedgie as her poor, battered, swamp ass soaked running shorts.

He tried to scream, but no one (including the woman currently parked on his body), could hear his pitiful sounds through the metric ton of woman-flesh he was buried under, and all attempts just led to a mouthful of the sweaty shorts material, or actual butt flesh, and he couldn’t even move his arms and legs when he tried.  Nearly sobbing, he was actually coming to the conclusion that he’d just have to wait out the horrible stench and suffocatingly hot flesh around him, when he suddenly heard a rumble. Ky only had a few moments to ponder what that rumble was when—

PPPPHHHRRRAAAAFFFFTTTTT!!!

—he suddenly was blasted and point blank range with yet ANOTHER more vile smell then all of the last as Bethany farted all over him.  He was left with the crazy thought that he would spend all day as this woman’s wedgie if he just didn’t have to smell THAT again when apparently his forced gagging fit FINALLY caught the attention of his captor… and he was suddenly lifted up… before slowly sliding out from her ass cheeks to plop back on the bench, gasping for ‘fresh’ air like a fish out of water as Bethany gaped down at him.

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“Oh… my… GOODNESS GRACIOUS!!! Are you alright? Heavens to Betsy, I’m sooooo terribly sorry! I had absolutely NO CLUE you were there!!!”

Bethany was fully ready to burst into tears at any moment.  Not only had she completely buried some poor guy under her butt blubber, she had been so comfortable she had FARTED all over him! He’d been so deep in her ass crack that she hadn’t been able to see him over her shoulder until he literally fell out!!!

“Oh, I’m so horribly embarrassed. I nearly KILLED you!!! I KNEW jogging was a terrible idea! What was I even doing it for?! I’m already too skinny! Mother always said so!!! I’ll never jog again!!!”

Meanwhile, Ky had been more than ready to give this behemoth a piece of his mind… but he was interrupted by a VERY distraught Bethany before he could get any of his wrath out.  It had been hell, yes, but she obviously felt horrible, and although he was confused at exactly how she felt that she was any version of the word ‘skinny’, he didn’t really want to be the reason she completely gave up on trying to do a healthy activity (even though he himself was very much over jogging at this point)… Not to mention she practically talked like a princess, and he didn’t want to be blamed for making someone like that cry, no matter how bad of an experience she had put him through.

“I-It’s fine.  I-I’m alright.  I should have made sure you knew I was already using the bench anyway. Just… umm… just forget about it.”

Ky had mixed feelings about trying to blow this whole thing off, especially with Bethany blowing her gas all over him, but the appreciative smile that suddenly bloomed on her face quickly made him feel he’d made the right choice (even as he did his best not to be too obvious that he was trying to wipe her butt sweat off his face).

“Ooooh, goodness. I’m sooo relieved. And here I was thinking I nearly squashed you to death! I’d understand if you’d be utterly cross at me.  Thank you for being so, so understanding. You’re a true gentleman. Oh, but where are my manners? I’m Bethany Harrisford, but of course you can just call me Beth or Bethany, either is more than acceptable. May I ask your name?”

“Oh, uh— I’m Kyle, but uh— Ky is fine.” Feeling more than a bit awkward at being complimented for just surviving being sat upon, Ky found himself rambling to wave it off.  “A-and I’m not a gentleman or anything. I’m sure plenty of guys would be happy to, uh… share a seat with you.”

Ky nearly facepalmed with how awkward a statement that was, only to have Bethany seem to take it much more literally than he had meant it. “Actually, you’d be surprised… in fact… when I come to ponder it, I don’t believe I’ve EVER shared a seat with anyone…”

As a slight frown was cast over Bethany’s features,  Ky couldn’t help but think that was because her hips would obviously fill any space and then some that a seat provided, but he quickly pushed that insulting thought down to continue complimenting her, hoping to end the conversation soon after raising her spirits (and get home immediately to take a LONG shower and NEVER jog again himself). “Oh, well… that’s… unfortunate. I, for one, would love to sit with you any time you’d like. But, uh, for now—“

“What? You wouldn’t mind? This would make us quite close friends, you know? You’re quite sure? You’d share this bench with me, even now? After what… happened?”

Ky was taken aback by the sudden seriousness on Bethany’s face as she leaned in almost nose-to-nose with him, especially as she bull rushed him with questions. Warning signs flashed in his head, but he was still a bit too beat up to heed them, and so pushed to just get this over with. “O-of course. Let me just—“

Ky was about to move to the end of the bench to sit with Bethany on whatever small amount of space her butt wouldn’t take up, but Bethany once again interrupted him with a huge smile and a sudden bear hug, burying his face in horribly sweaty, BO infused cleavage. “Goodness gracious, I’m so glad to hear that, Ky!  To think I was horrified I almost killed you, and now I have a friend who will share seats with me whenever I want!  I do not deserve such a trusting friend, but I will most definitely not complain about having one! And… you know… I must say you are very comfortable.”

Ky had no idea what was going on as he was smothered yet again in Bethany’s funk, this time between her boobs. By the time she released him, he was nearly gagging again, and so he didn’t have anywhere near the reaction speed to stop Bethany as she turned around… and once again sat right onto him, apparently having anchored on his original slip of the tongue and LITERALLY wanting to ‘share’ the seat, not sit next to/with him.

“Ooooh, I must say, Ky, I don’t believe I will EVER get tired of this feeling. Believe me, this is just the start of a VERY long friendship… and if I had my way, I would never take a seat again unless I was sharing it with you!”

Ky could only hold back sobs as Bethany made sure to get VERY comfortable, this time ensuring he was just as thoroughly devoured by her cheeks as her poor shorts.  “Oh, and I must not forget!  It will be so nice to have a friend that does not mind my gas… I even find it too horrible to handle myself at times, but if you are willing to share seats with me from now on even after I let one out on you before, it would… well, it would be, in fact, RUDE of me to hold them in around you, would it not?”

PPPPPRROOOOOOMMMFTTT!!!

PPLOOOOORRSSDHHYTT!!!

BRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFTTTTTTPPLRAAAPT!!!

Ky really WAS sobbing at this point, as Bethany spent the next 20 minutes ‘sharing’ the bench with poor Ky, having the time of her life enjoying her recovery with her newfound ‘best friend’, all the while drowning him in swamp ass and letting out horrible smelling gas all over him every few minutes.

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Bethany felt like it had only been minutes (while Ky felt like it had been hours), when she began to get so relaxed she nearly fell asleep.  Much to her distress, she realized she would have to get going if she wanted to make it back home before nightfall.  “Oh bother… Ky, I have to say I have had the absolute BEST of times with you today!  I must INSIST we do this as often as possible going forward. But, unfortunately, I must be going— although… I WOULD love it if you would accompany me.  I— I know it’s horrendously forward of me, but… I have a love seat at home that would be marvelous to share with you… if you wouldn’t mind?”

Ky nearly screamed for joy as Bethany finally got up from the bench to get his answer… only to reel in horror as he realized… he wasn’t sliding out. His upper body and hips were so deeply eaten by her cheeks, and his legs were so buried between her thigh chub, that unless she literally picked him out like a wedgie, he wasn’t going anywhere!!!

Bethany, upon seemingly getting no response from Ky, wiggled her hips a bit to feel ‘he had worked himself’ (at least how she interpreted it) so deep he was unnoticeable by anyone even with her standing. Giving a hearty (and decidedly unladylike) push, Bethany released one of the worst farts yet, a long, warbling, almost greasy ripper that left Ky fighting to not completely hurl inside her cheeks. His small twitching (to her) showed her he wasn’t passed out or anything, and the fact that he hadn’t gotten out (even though she should have known he had no way of doing so on his own), led Bethany to only one conclusion… Ky was of course agreeing to come with her in a way that only her ‘closest friend’ would agree to, being eaten alive just as bad as her shorts as she jogged back home.

“Oh Ky, you are sooooo very wonderful! Don’t worry, you’ll love my place! And, you know? I INSIST that you stay until we’ve shared EVERY seat in the mansion! Ooooh, this will be SO exquisite!” 

PPPPHHHHRRRAAASAssssssttttPLOOORSST!!

Ky could only breathe in more fart air and swallow more swamp ass sweat as Bethany started her jog home, knowing that his new ‘best friend’ would more likely than not be the end of him…