couchman
04-23-2010, 5:52 AM
The Librarian – Part Five
By
Couchman
The next day at school, Dennis decided to take a break between classes. He went to the Student Center to relax and get some coffee. Getting used as a human seat was exhausting work. He had a headache. His whole body felt bruised from getting sat on the night before. That was the wonderful thing about imagination: one can fantasize being used as a seat by girls and women and never actually feel the weight of a real person crushing him. Ironically, though, the problem with imagination is that there is no actual physical closeness and touch. Damn it. He wished he could just turn into a chair seat and get his face sat on by women with the sexiest butts—women who wouldn’t give him the time of day as a human being but would gladly sit down right on his face if… if… he was a chair or a couch cushion. Crazy thinking, he thought. Just crazy. But just about the time he thought he would and could abandon this furniture role playing, he would recall the sight of a real woman with a real butt looming over his face and descending to it. He, when being used as a human seat, could feel their real weight on him. He loved the feeling of being dominated like that, and now, he’d found women who seemed to enjoy doing it. When he was at Greta’s house, she and her daughter Ursula and their friends were increasingly viewing him less as a human being and more as simply something to sit on.
He sat alone at a table, drinking coffee and taking in the sights and sounds of the Student Center. As usual, he looked for coeds with the sexiest butts and shapely thighs as they dominated chair seats with that part of their anatomy. He especially loved to focus on an empty chair at a table he saw some girls approaching. Without looking conspicuous, he trained his eyes on one of the chair seats. He imagined his face as part of the chair seat as a girl nonchalantly dominated it with her butt. Unlike anyone else at the Student Center, though, he knew exactly what the chair seat would see and feel if it were not just an inanimate object and incapable of those sensations. He had experienced girls and women approach him for the purpose of sitting on him. Same as the chairs he focused on, he knew what it was like to see a woman towering above him, glancing down at him—that woman-to-chair-seat glance, and obliterating his vision with their descending butts. Yet he had not yet achieved the naturalness, the perception of him as simply something to sit on that a seat would—if it could—feel. Ursula was planning on hypnotizing that girl, Tessa, into believing he wasn’t even there. If that were possible, he thought, she would sit on his face without even knowing there was a human being beneath her. Tessa wouldn’t have the slightest hesitation in sitting on him because, to her, he wasn’t even there. He was excited at the prospect of that happening.
Dennis was scanning the tables filled with college people when he suddenly saw Ursula and Heather approach an unoccupied table. They were with another girl he hadn’t seen before. Heather and Ursula each wore mini-skirts, but the girl they were with wore black spandex slacks which hugged the curves of her butt. The girl was about Heather’s size, kind of tall but with Jet black hair and a light brownish skin tone. She looked like maybe she was Italian or partly Italian. She was beautiful. She had especially lovely dark, sultry eyes, commanding eyes, even possessive eyes. Her medium sized breasts poked into a white blouse. There was an air of confidence about her, an inner assurance that she could turn any man around into a pile of submissive dribble.
“Tessa!” Dennis realized. This was the girl Ursula was going to hypnotize into sitting on his face! He trained his eyes on the chair seat Tessa had chosen to sit on. He watched her dominate the seat with her magnificent descending butt. The thought of her actually sitting on his face like that produced a bulge in his jeans. If Ursula was successful in getting her into a hypnotic trance with an induced hallucination of him not even being there, she would sit right on his face without hesitation, without any more concern for him then the chair she was now sitting on.
He recalled the internet chat Ursula had with Tessa while Ursula was sitting on his face. He remembered Tessa’s apparent revulsion when Ursula playfully suggested she sit on her boyfriend’s face—or any man’s face—for that matter. According to Ursula, Tessa was a tease. The way she dressed and acted promised everything but delivered very little. Ursula and Heather didn’t like her for that reason. They were pretending… acting friendly and pretending to like her so Ursula could somehow arrange a hypnotic session with her. The girls laughed and talked like old friends.
After a time, the girls arose from the table and headed out in different ways. Ursula casually walked by the table where Dennis was sitting. She stopped briefly and whispered in his ear. “How would you like that butt on your face?”
“Can you actually do that?” asked Dennis.
“Be at my house Friday night,” said Ursula. “I’ve arranged a slumber party, Heather, Tessa and I.”
“Does your mom know about this?” he asked.
“Mom’s in on it,” whispered Ursula, “and Kelly too. Arrive early-- about six-- we need to hide you until Tessa arrives.”
Dennis gazed at her and nodded. He wouldn’t miss this for anything. If Ursula could induce a hypnotic trance in Tessa, she would probably sit on his face in such a natural way it would be the closest he would ever come in actually being used as a seat.
Friday night couldn’t come soon enough. Ursula and Heather were there, along with their mothers, Greta and Kelly. Ursula and Heather wore mini-skirts, Greta and Kelly also wore skirts, but not as short as their daughters’. Greta and Kelly were seated on the couch. They laughed at Dennis. “This might turn out to be more than even you can handle,” said Kelly.
“Yes,” Greta agreed. “If this Tessa girl doesn’t believe you’re even there and plops down on your face… well… you can imagine.”
“I hope she crushes you young man,” added Kelly. “Maybe you’ll get this human furniture thing out of your head.”
“Oh, I hope not,” said Ursula. “Heather and I really enjoy sitting on him.”
The door bell rang. “Hurry!” Ursula told him. “Go upstairs to my mom’s room and stay there until I come for you.”
Dennis rushed up the stairs and down the hallway until he found Greta’s room. He sat on her bed and waited… waited for Ursula to work her magic. He could hear talking and laughing downstairs. He wondered what they were talking about, but all he could do, for now, was wait patiently. He tried to be as quiet as possible when he heard footsteps that grew louder as the girls came upstairs. He heard laughing and talking as the girls went into Ursula’s room.
About and hour had passed. Dennis couldn’t resist the temptation to sneak up to Ursula’s bed room door and listen in.
“I don’t know about this,” he heard an unfamiliar voice say—Tessa’s voice, he assumed. “You aren’t going to make me do anything silly, are you… like strut around like a chicken or something.”
“No, no,” he heard Ursula say. “You won’t do anything under hypnosis you wouldn’t normally do.”
Dennis shook his head. That wasn’t’ exactly true. People will do a lot of things they wouldn’t normally do—depending on the skill of the hypnotist. He wondered how well that hypnotist she dated had taught her.
“Just relax,” he heard Ursula say. “Focus your eyes on this pendant.” There was silence for a few moments. “Good,” said Ursula. “Go ahead and close your eyes,” said Ursula in a monotone. “Listen only to the sound of my voice.” More silence. “Just relax all your muscles,” continued Ursula. “Every time I touch you, you will go deeper and deeper into pleasant, peaceful sleep.” More silence. “Your eyelids are stuck closed,” suggested Ursula. “You cannot open your eyes… You can try, but you cannot open them.” Dennis could hear nothing. There was only silence in the room. He wondered if Tessa was going into a trance. “Now,” continued Ursula. “Your arm is very light, as light as a feather. You can let go and it will float right up.” More silence. He thought he heard Heather trying to stifle a laugh. “Shh!” said Ursula. “Now… You are in a deep sleep… so deep… so relaxed… Listen only to the sound of my voice.” Ursula’s voice was a soothing monotone. Shivers went through Dennis. Had she done it? Had she hypnotized Tessa?
“Now,” said Ursula. “I’m going to count backwards from five. When I reach one you will be awake and feeling fine. You will have no memory of being hypnotized. However, you will remember one thing that I’m going to tell you now… When you awake, there will be no man in the room. Do you understand? There will be no man in the room.”
“Yes,” said Tessa.
“Five,” said Ursula. “Four… waking up… Three… waking up… Two… nearly awake… One…” Dennis heard her slap her hands. “Wide awake, now, and feeling fine.”
Dennis rushed back to her mom’s room. He was jittery with anticipation. A few minutes later, Ursula came for him. He followed her into the room where Heather and Tessa were casually chatting.
“The pause that refreshes,” said Ursula. She must have told them she was going to the bathroom. Dennis entered the room. Heather looked at him and grinned. Tessa also looked towards him, but it was like her eyes didn’t register anything unusual. It felt creepy to Dennis. It felt like Tessa was looking at him but not seeing him! She turned away from him and he gawked at her splendid butt, every curve of it plastered with black spandex material. Heather and Ursula each had great butts, but Tessa’s ass was the most perfectly shaped female butt he’d ever seen.
“Sit on me!” he thought. “Oh, yes! Sit right on my face.”
Ursula motioned for Dennis to place his head on the computer chair seat. He did so willingly, and Ursula swiveled the chair, and Dennis, so it was facing away from the computer.
Tessa said to Ursula, “That was a strange conversation we had the other day. Why did you ask me if I wanted to sit on my boyfriend’s face?”
“Because it’s fun,” said Ursula. “Heather and I have done it.”
“For real!” Tessa exclaimed. “You sat on a man’s face? Didn’t you crush him?”
“Sure,” said Ursula. “That’s part of the fun.”
“Oh, I would never do that,” said Tessa. “…sit on someone’s face… with my butt mashing him… oh, my gosh.”
“You sit on chairs, don’t you,” said Ursula.
“Of course I sit on chairs,” said Tessa. “That’s what they’re there for… I can’t hurt a chair when I sit on it… but a man’s face… that’s different.”
“Just pretend,” said Ursula. She placed a hand on the computer chair. “Pretend this chair is alive.”
Tessa laughed. “You want me to pretend this chair is alive?... and just… Sit on him?”
Excitement filled Dennis. Tessa was standing next to the chair. Dennis gazed up at her black spandex covered butt. Tessa looked down, right at him, but, since she had been given a post hypnotic suggestion that no man was in the room, all Tessa saw was an empty chair seat.
“Okay, Mr. Chair,” said Tessa, chuckling. “I hope you don’t mind if I sit on you.” Her knees bent and black spandex material tightened over her butt, which now loomed directly over his face. She sat down squarely on his face, allowing her whole weight to bury his face into the crevice of her butt. The back of his head pushed deeper into the leather chair seat.
“I hope I’m not crushing you, Mr. Chair,” said Tessa, coyly. “But you’re only a chair, and you have to let me sit on you.” She crossed her legs. “See?” She told Ursula. A chair can’t feel anything… So I sat on it… But a man… I don’t think a man would want me to sit on his face like this…with my butt right on his face.”
“How does it feel?” said Ursula.
“How does what feel?” asked Tessa.
“How does it feel sitting on that chair?”
“That’s a crazy question,” said Tessa. “It feels comfortable. That’s what a chair is for… You sit on them so you can be comfortable… But I don’t think this chair would be very comfortable with my butt and all my weight on it.”
Dennis was amazed. He was nothing more than an inanimate object to Tessa. She had not idea she was sitting on a human face. He loved the feel of her butt through the black spandex material. He loved the feel of her young-womanly weight on his face. She sat naturally atop him for awhile. However, as usual, he was starving for air. He wished she’d get up. But why should she? It dawned on him that Tessa could keep sitting on his face until he suffocated! He was at the mercy of Ursula to suggest she get up.
“Do you mind if I get a picture?” asked Ursula, a pic of you sitting at my computer?”
“Sure,” said Tessa. “Go ahead.”
Dennis heard Heather smirking. “What’s so funny?” asked Tessa. “Oh, nothing,” replied Heather. Dennis heard the click of a camera. Ursula had taken a photo of Tessa sitting on his face, but completely unaware of it.
“Let’s sit on the bed,” Ursula suggested. Dennis was relieved when Tessa removed her butt from his face. He remained positioned with his head on the chair as the three girls sat on the bed.
“I see you brought your cheerleading uniform,” said Ursula, “like I asked. I’d love to get a nice picture of you in your cheerleading uniform.”
“Okay,” said Tessa. “I brought the skirt, the top and everything… even the red panties.”
“Great,” said Ursula. “Why don’t you change now.”
Dennis couldn’t believe his own eyes. Tessa was starting to disrobe right in front of him. He was, to her, invisible. Oh how he was looking forward to this. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Then she unfastened her bra. Her breasts fell out freely. Next came the black spandex slacks. She shimmed out of them and stood there in only her panties. Then, to his amazement, the panties were off. She stood there completely nude!
What happened next was a natural result of her completely unaware of him being there with his head resting on the chair. Tessa produced a cheerleading uniform form her overnight bag, walked back to the chair, and sat down on his face. His face was buried between unclothed mounds of her bare butt. She was sitting on his face, completely nude! He had finally transcended the boundaries of traditional social values and restrictions. He was simply a seat for Tessa. It didn’t matter if she sat on his face while nude. He wasn’t a man with sexual desire. To Tessa, he was a seat!
Heather remarked, “It’s a good thing there aren’t any men in the room.”
“Oh, my, no!” said Tessa. “I won’t even undress in front of my boyfriend.”
A smile started to form with his crushed lips. Tessa had not only undressed in front of him, she had sat on his face afterwards. Tessa parted her legs, and Dennis could see up her torso. She appeared as a giantess above him, her firm breasts, and her lovely dark eyes looking away from him, the naturalness of a girl simply sitting on a chair. His nose had been forced into her vagina, and his mouth and chin were wedged between the hot, fleshy globes of her butt cheeks. He watched as she laid the skirt of her cheerleading uniform on her lap and smoothed it out. Then she got up and placed the skirt over his face, blocking his view.
Dennis didn’t think it wise to remove the skirt from his face. Now he could only hear what was going on.
“You’re cheerleading uniform is so cute,” said Ursula.
“I love it,” said Tessa. “I especially like these red panties. I’m sure the guys like them too, when I whirl and they can see my ass… an ass they’ll never touch,” She said triumphantly. Tessa then whisked the skirt away from the face she’s laid it on. She was standing next to the chair—and his face—while she slipped on the red and white striped skirt over the red panties which adorned her ample buttocks. Dennis watched as she slipped a colorful top over her breasts. “I don’t wear a bra when I’m cheerleading,” she said, grinning. “The guys love to watch my boobs bounce during a routine, but,” She added. “They’ll never get to touch them.”
“What a tease,” thought Dennis. “What a narcissistic tease.” He understood why Ursula and Heather didn’t like her. He didn’t particularly like her as a person, either, but he sure loved those legs of hers, so close to his face, and that magnificent butt with the red panties, now visible to him as she stood so close to the chair he could look up her skirt.
“So,” said Tessa. “Do you want me to sit on this chair when you take a picture?”
“That would be fine,” said Ursula.
“Please do,” added Heather. “Sit on…” she paused briefly, “It.”
Dennis watched as Tessa began to sit down on his face. Her knees bent, forming a fleshy triangle of thighs and red panty covered butt. Her skirt went over his face as she sat down heavily upon it. “Like this?” she said, crossing her legs while she sat nonchalantly on his face.
“Perfect,” said Ursula. “Say cheese.” Dennis heard the click of the camera as Ursula tool another picture of her sitting on his face.
“May I see?” Said Tessa. Through the slice of vision open to him by her crossed legs, Dennis could see Ursula approaching. She showed Tessa the photo she’d just taken on her digital camera. “Oh that’s nice,” remarked Tessa. “I look cute in my cheerleading uniform.” She obviously saw only herself sitting on a chair. She had no idea there was a human face beneath her butt. Dennis was fascinated. The post hypnotic suggestion had blocked his physical presence out of her mind.
“How about one of the three of us sitting on the bed,” suggested Ursula. Tessa got up off his face. “Just a minute,” said Ursula. She grabbed Dennis by the arm and directed him to lie on the bed. Then she ran her hand over his body, as if smoothing out a bed spread.
“I’ll put my camera on a tripod and set the timer,” said Ursula, “so I can get in the picture, too.”
While Ursula set up the camera, her friend Heather decided to sit on Dennis. Heather didn’t need to be hypnotized to sit on him. She loved to sit on him. She turned and sat down on his face, her skirt over his head. Heather sat on his face until Ursula had readied the camera. “Where do you want me in the picture?” she asked Ursula. “How about here,” was Ursula’s reply. Dennis felt her patting his legs. Heather arose from his face and sat down on his legs. “Now I’ll sit here,” said Ursula, plopping down heavily on his chest. The bed springs creaked under the weight of them sitting on him.
“Where should I sit?” asked Tessa.
“Right here,” said Ursula, patting his face.
Tessa came over, and with a whirl of cheerleading skirt, sat down heavily on his face. The bed springs creaked some more, and Dennis groaned under their combined weight atop him. Of course, Ursula and Heather knew they’d sat on him, but Tessa thought she was simply sitting on part of the bed. The camera clicked, but Ursula stayed seated on him.
“So… Tessa,” said Ursula to Tessa. “Which event does your boyfriend compete in?”
“He’s a sprinter,” said Tessa. “a hundred meter.”
“I’m sure you’re proud of him,” said Ursula.
“Oh, he’s okay,” said Tessa. “I could probably find someone better if I wished.”
“What was this?” Dennis said to himself. Ursula was being her usual playful self. She and Heather made no attempt to get up off of him as they casually talked with Tessa, who had no idea she was sitting on his face. Their combined weight spread across his body became heavier and heavier. Tessa continued to sit, unknowingly, on his face. The combination of her weight and the heat from her body made him sweat. And, of course, he was unable to breathe as long as she sat there. After awhile, the usual panic set in. He was smothering under her. He reached up and touched her thigh in a vain attempt to get her off his face. But Tessa simply brushed his arm away. “I think you have a fly in the room,” she told Ursula.
Heather broke out laughing. “Yeah… a fly… we better get him.”
Dennis was feeling drowsy and about to pass out when Ursula finally decided to remove Tessa from his face. The three girls got up off the bed, and his body, and he gasped in air.
“Oh, oh,” said Ursula, matter-of-factly, nature beckons again. She grabbed Dennis by the arm and led him out of the room. “Time to go,” she told him, shoving him towards the stairway.
Downstairs, he found Greta and Kelly, still sitting on the couch.
“Well… How did it go,” asked Greta.
Dennis was still breathing heavily. He didn’t answer.
“Why don’t you come over here,” said Kelly. “Greta and I would like to sit on you.”
Dennis felt wobbly on his feet. He went to the door. “Thanks, but I think I’ll pass,” he told them.
“Maybe he’s finally had enough,” said Kelly. Dennis only shrugged as he opened the front door and went out. He heard Kelly and Greta laughing as he left.
The next day at school, Dennis went to the Student Center. He saw a group of men hovered around another man, who was sitting at a table with a lap top. All of them were smirking and laughing. He decided to find out what was so funny. On his way to the table he saw Tessa also approaching. As she passed some girls, they laughed and high fived her. Dennis arrived at the gathering the same time as Tessa. He peered over someone’s shoulder at the lap top, as did Tessa, who gasped and then shrieked. Ursula had uploaded the picture of Tessa sitting on his face in her cheerleading uniform. She had used the photo software in her computer to place a football uniform over Dennis and uploaded the photo to the college web site. Under the photo was the caption: Cheerleader Tessa decided to help out our team by sitting on the opposing quarterback’s face.
--end--
By
Couchman
The next day at school, Dennis decided to take a break between classes. He went to the Student Center to relax and get some coffee. Getting used as a human seat was exhausting work. He had a headache. His whole body felt bruised from getting sat on the night before. That was the wonderful thing about imagination: one can fantasize being used as a seat by girls and women and never actually feel the weight of a real person crushing him. Ironically, though, the problem with imagination is that there is no actual physical closeness and touch. Damn it. He wished he could just turn into a chair seat and get his face sat on by women with the sexiest butts—women who wouldn’t give him the time of day as a human being but would gladly sit down right on his face if… if… he was a chair or a couch cushion. Crazy thinking, he thought. Just crazy. But just about the time he thought he would and could abandon this furniture role playing, he would recall the sight of a real woman with a real butt looming over his face and descending to it. He, when being used as a human seat, could feel their real weight on him. He loved the feeling of being dominated like that, and now, he’d found women who seemed to enjoy doing it. When he was at Greta’s house, she and her daughter Ursula and their friends were increasingly viewing him less as a human being and more as simply something to sit on.
He sat alone at a table, drinking coffee and taking in the sights and sounds of the Student Center. As usual, he looked for coeds with the sexiest butts and shapely thighs as they dominated chair seats with that part of their anatomy. He especially loved to focus on an empty chair at a table he saw some girls approaching. Without looking conspicuous, he trained his eyes on one of the chair seats. He imagined his face as part of the chair seat as a girl nonchalantly dominated it with her butt. Unlike anyone else at the Student Center, though, he knew exactly what the chair seat would see and feel if it were not just an inanimate object and incapable of those sensations. He had experienced girls and women approach him for the purpose of sitting on him. Same as the chairs he focused on, he knew what it was like to see a woman towering above him, glancing down at him—that woman-to-chair-seat glance, and obliterating his vision with their descending butts. Yet he had not yet achieved the naturalness, the perception of him as simply something to sit on that a seat would—if it could—feel. Ursula was planning on hypnotizing that girl, Tessa, into believing he wasn’t even there. If that were possible, he thought, she would sit on his face without even knowing there was a human being beneath her. Tessa wouldn’t have the slightest hesitation in sitting on him because, to her, he wasn’t even there. He was excited at the prospect of that happening.
Dennis was scanning the tables filled with college people when he suddenly saw Ursula and Heather approach an unoccupied table. They were with another girl he hadn’t seen before. Heather and Ursula each wore mini-skirts, but the girl they were with wore black spandex slacks which hugged the curves of her butt. The girl was about Heather’s size, kind of tall but with Jet black hair and a light brownish skin tone. She looked like maybe she was Italian or partly Italian. She was beautiful. She had especially lovely dark, sultry eyes, commanding eyes, even possessive eyes. Her medium sized breasts poked into a white blouse. There was an air of confidence about her, an inner assurance that she could turn any man around into a pile of submissive dribble.
“Tessa!” Dennis realized. This was the girl Ursula was going to hypnotize into sitting on his face! He trained his eyes on the chair seat Tessa had chosen to sit on. He watched her dominate the seat with her magnificent descending butt. The thought of her actually sitting on his face like that produced a bulge in his jeans. If Ursula was successful in getting her into a hypnotic trance with an induced hallucination of him not even being there, she would sit right on his face without hesitation, without any more concern for him then the chair she was now sitting on.
He recalled the internet chat Ursula had with Tessa while Ursula was sitting on his face. He remembered Tessa’s apparent revulsion when Ursula playfully suggested she sit on her boyfriend’s face—or any man’s face—for that matter. According to Ursula, Tessa was a tease. The way she dressed and acted promised everything but delivered very little. Ursula and Heather didn’t like her for that reason. They were pretending… acting friendly and pretending to like her so Ursula could somehow arrange a hypnotic session with her. The girls laughed and talked like old friends.
After a time, the girls arose from the table and headed out in different ways. Ursula casually walked by the table where Dennis was sitting. She stopped briefly and whispered in his ear. “How would you like that butt on your face?”
“Can you actually do that?” asked Dennis.
“Be at my house Friday night,” said Ursula. “I’ve arranged a slumber party, Heather, Tessa and I.”
“Does your mom know about this?” he asked.
“Mom’s in on it,” whispered Ursula, “and Kelly too. Arrive early-- about six-- we need to hide you until Tessa arrives.”
Dennis gazed at her and nodded. He wouldn’t miss this for anything. If Ursula could induce a hypnotic trance in Tessa, she would probably sit on his face in such a natural way it would be the closest he would ever come in actually being used as a seat.
Friday night couldn’t come soon enough. Ursula and Heather were there, along with their mothers, Greta and Kelly. Ursula and Heather wore mini-skirts, Greta and Kelly also wore skirts, but not as short as their daughters’. Greta and Kelly were seated on the couch. They laughed at Dennis. “This might turn out to be more than even you can handle,” said Kelly.
“Yes,” Greta agreed. “If this Tessa girl doesn’t believe you’re even there and plops down on your face… well… you can imagine.”
“I hope she crushes you young man,” added Kelly. “Maybe you’ll get this human furniture thing out of your head.”
“Oh, I hope not,” said Ursula. “Heather and I really enjoy sitting on him.”
The door bell rang. “Hurry!” Ursula told him. “Go upstairs to my mom’s room and stay there until I come for you.”
Dennis rushed up the stairs and down the hallway until he found Greta’s room. He sat on her bed and waited… waited for Ursula to work her magic. He could hear talking and laughing downstairs. He wondered what they were talking about, but all he could do, for now, was wait patiently. He tried to be as quiet as possible when he heard footsteps that grew louder as the girls came upstairs. He heard laughing and talking as the girls went into Ursula’s room.
About and hour had passed. Dennis couldn’t resist the temptation to sneak up to Ursula’s bed room door and listen in.
“I don’t know about this,” he heard an unfamiliar voice say—Tessa’s voice, he assumed. “You aren’t going to make me do anything silly, are you… like strut around like a chicken or something.”
“No, no,” he heard Ursula say. “You won’t do anything under hypnosis you wouldn’t normally do.”
Dennis shook his head. That wasn’t’ exactly true. People will do a lot of things they wouldn’t normally do—depending on the skill of the hypnotist. He wondered how well that hypnotist she dated had taught her.
“Just relax,” he heard Ursula say. “Focus your eyes on this pendant.” There was silence for a few moments. “Good,” said Ursula. “Go ahead and close your eyes,” said Ursula in a monotone. “Listen only to the sound of my voice.” More silence. “Just relax all your muscles,” continued Ursula. “Every time I touch you, you will go deeper and deeper into pleasant, peaceful sleep.” More silence. “Your eyelids are stuck closed,” suggested Ursula. “You cannot open your eyes… You can try, but you cannot open them.” Dennis could hear nothing. There was only silence in the room. He wondered if Tessa was going into a trance. “Now,” continued Ursula. “Your arm is very light, as light as a feather. You can let go and it will float right up.” More silence. He thought he heard Heather trying to stifle a laugh. “Shh!” said Ursula. “Now… You are in a deep sleep… so deep… so relaxed… Listen only to the sound of my voice.” Ursula’s voice was a soothing monotone. Shivers went through Dennis. Had she done it? Had she hypnotized Tessa?
“Now,” said Ursula. “I’m going to count backwards from five. When I reach one you will be awake and feeling fine. You will have no memory of being hypnotized. However, you will remember one thing that I’m going to tell you now… When you awake, there will be no man in the room. Do you understand? There will be no man in the room.”
“Yes,” said Tessa.
“Five,” said Ursula. “Four… waking up… Three… waking up… Two… nearly awake… One…” Dennis heard her slap her hands. “Wide awake, now, and feeling fine.”
Dennis rushed back to her mom’s room. He was jittery with anticipation. A few minutes later, Ursula came for him. He followed her into the room where Heather and Tessa were casually chatting.
“The pause that refreshes,” said Ursula. She must have told them she was going to the bathroom. Dennis entered the room. Heather looked at him and grinned. Tessa also looked towards him, but it was like her eyes didn’t register anything unusual. It felt creepy to Dennis. It felt like Tessa was looking at him but not seeing him! She turned away from him and he gawked at her splendid butt, every curve of it plastered with black spandex material. Heather and Ursula each had great butts, but Tessa’s ass was the most perfectly shaped female butt he’d ever seen.
“Sit on me!” he thought. “Oh, yes! Sit right on my face.”
Ursula motioned for Dennis to place his head on the computer chair seat. He did so willingly, and Ursula swiveled the chair, and Dennis, so it was facing away from the computer.
Tessa said to Ursula, “That was a strange conversation we had the other day. Why did you ask me if I wanted to sit on my boyfriend’s face?”
“Because it’s fun,” said Ursula. “Heather and I have done it.”
“For real!” Tessa exclaimed. “You sat on a man’s face? Didn’t you crush him?”
“Sure,” said Ursula. “That’s part of the fun.”
“Oh, I would never do that,” said Tessa. “…sit on someone’s face… with my butt mashing him… oh, my gosh.”
“You sit on chairs, don’t you,” said Ursula.
“Of course I sit on chairs,” said Tessa. “That’s what they’re there for… I can’t hurt a chair when I sit on it… but a man’s face… that’s different.”
“Just pretend,” said Ursula. She placed a hand on the computer chair. “Pretend this chair is alive.”
Tessa laughed. “You want me to pretend this chair is alive?... and just… Sit on him?”
Excitement filled Dennis. Tessa was standing next to the chair. Dennis gazed up at her black spandex covered butt. Tessa looked down, right at him, but, since she had been given a post hypnotic suggestion that no man was in the room, all Tessa saw was an empty chair seat.
“Okay, Mr. Chair,” said Tessa, chuckling. “I hope you don’t mind if I sit on you.” Her knees bent and black spandex material tightened over her butt, which now loomed directly over his face. She sat down squarely on his face, allowing her whole weight to bury his face into the crevice of her butt. The back of his head pushed deeper into the leather chair seat.
“I hope I’m not crushing you, Mr. Chair,” said Tessa, coyly. “But you’re only a chair, and you have to let me sit on you.” She crossed her legs. “See?” She told Ursula. A chair can’t feel anything… So I sat on it… But a man… I don’t think a man would want me to sit on his face like this…with my butt right on his face.”
“How does it feel?” said Ursula.
“How does what feel?” asked Tessa.
“How does it feel sitting on that chair?”
“That’s a crazy question,” said Tessa. “It feels comfortable. That’s what a chair is for… You sit on them so you can be comfortable… But I don’t think this chair would be very comfortable with my butt and all my weight on it.”
Dennis was amazed. He was nothing more than an inanimate object to Tessa. She had not idea she was sitting on a human face. He loved the feel of her butt through the black spandex material. He loved the feel of her young-womanly weight on his face. She sat naturally atop him for awhile. However, as usual, he was starving for air. He wished she’d get up. But why should she? It dawned on him that Tessa could keep sitting on his face until he suffocated! He was at the mercy of Ursula to suggest she get up.
“Do you mind if I get a picture?” asked Ursula, a pic of you sitting at my computer?”
“Sure,” said Tessa. “Go ahead.”
Dennis heard Heather smirking. “What’s so funny?” asked Tessa. “Oh, nothing,” replied Heather. Dennis heard the click of a camera. Ursula had taken a photo of Tessa sitting on his face, but completely unaware of it.
“Let’s sit on the bed,” Ursula suggested. Dennis was relieved when Tessa removed her butt from his face. He remained positioned with his head on the chair as the three girls sat on the bed.
“I see you brought your cheerleading uniform,” said Ursula, “like I asked. I’d love to get a nice picture of you in your cheerleading uniform.”
“Okay,” said Tessa. “I brought the skirt, the top and everything… even the red panties.”
“Great,” said Ursula. “Why don’t you change now.”
Dennis couldn’t believe his own eyes. Tessa was starting to disrobe right in front of him. He was, to her, invisible. Oh how he was looking forward to this. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Then she unfastened her bra. Her breasts fell out freely. Next came the black spandex slacks. She shimmed out of them and stood there in only her panties. Then, to his amazement, the panties were off. She stood there completely nude!
What happened next was a natural result of her completely unaware of him being there with his head resting on the chair. Tessa produced a cheerleading uniform form her overnight bag, walked back to the chair, and sat down on his face. His face was buried between unclothed mounds of her bare butt. She was sitting on his face, completely nude! He had finally transcended the boundaries of traditional social values and restrictions. He was simply a seat for Tessa. It didn’t matter if she sat on his face while nude. He wasn’t a man with sexual desire. To Tessa, he was a seat!
Heather remarked, “It’s a good thing there aren’t any men in the room.”
“Oh, my, no!” said Tessa. “I won’t even undress in front of my boyfriend.”
A smile started to form with his crushed lips. Tessa had not only undressed in front of him, she had sat on his face afterwards. Tessa parted her legs, and Dennis could see up her torso. She appeared as a giantess above him, her firm breasts, and her lovely dark eyes looking away from him, the naturalness of a girl simply sitting on a chair. His nose had been forced into her vagina, and his mouth and chin were wedged between the hot, fleshy globes of her butt cheeks. He watched as she laid the skirt of her cheerleading uniform on her lap and smoothed it out. Then she got up and placed the skirt over his face, blocking his view.
Dennis didn’t think it wise to remove the skirt from his face. Now he could only hear what was going on.
“You’re cheerleading uniform is so cute,” said Ursula.
“I love it,” said Tessa. “I especially like these red panties. I’m sure the guys like them too, when I whirl and they can see my ass… an ass they’ll never touch,” She said triumphantly. Tessa then whisked the skirt away from the face she’s laid it on. She was standing next to the chair—and his face—while she slipped on the red and white striped skirt over the red panties which adorned her ample buttocks. Dennis watched as she slipped a colorful top over her breasts. “I don’t wear a bra when I’m cheerleading,” she said, grinning. “The guys love to watch my boobs bounce during a routine, but,” She added. “They’ll never get to touch them.”
“What a tease,” thought Dennis. “What a narcissistic tease.” He understood why Ursula and Heather didn’t like her. He didn’t particularly like her as a person, either, but he sure loved those legs of hers, so close to his face, and that magnificent butt with the red panties, now visible to him as she stood so close to the chair he could look up her skirt.
“So,” said Tessa. “Do you want me to sit on this chair when you take a picture?”
“That would be fine,” said Ursula.
“Please do,” added Heather. “Sit on…” she paused briefly, “It.”
Dennis watched as Tessa began to sit down on his face. Her knees bent, forming a fleshy triangle of thighs and red panty covered butt. Her skirt went over his face as she sat down heavily upon it. “Like this?” she said, crossing her legs while she sat nonchalantly on his face.
“Perfect,” said Ursula. “Say cheese.” Dennis heard the click of the camera as Ursula tool another picture of her sitting on his face.
“May I see?” Said Tessa. Through the slice of vision open to him by her crossed legs, Dennis could see Ursula approaching. She showed Tessa the photo she’d just taken on her digital camera. “Oh that’s nice,” remarked Tessa. “I look cute in my cheerleading uniform.” She obviously saw only herself sitting on a chair. She had no idea there was a human face beneath her butt. Dennis was fascinated. The post hypnotic suggestion had blocked his physical presence out of her mind.
“How about one of the three of us sitting on the bed,” suggested Ursula. Tessa got up off his face. “Just a minute,” said Ursula. She grabbed Dennis by the arm and directed him to lie on the bed. Then she ran her hand over his body, as if smoothing out a bed spread.
“I’ll put my camera on a tripod and set the timer,” said Ursula, “so I can get in the picture, too.”
While Ursula set up the camera, her friend Heather decided to sit on Dennis. Heather didn’t need to be hypnotized to sit on him. She loved to sit on him. She turned and sat down on his face, her skirt over his head. Heather sat on his face until Ursula had readied the camera. “Where do you want me in the picture?” she asked Ursula. “How about here,” was Ursula’s reply. Dennis felt her patting his legs. Heather arose from his face and sat down on his legs. “Now I’ll sit here,” said Ursula, plopping down heavily on his chest. The bed springs creaked under the weight of them sitting on him.
“Where should I sit?” asked Tessa.
“Right here,” said Ursula, patting his face.
Tessa came over, and with a whirl of cheerleading skirt, sat down heavily on his face. The bed springs creaked some more, and Dennis groaned under their combined weight atop him. Of course, Ursula and Heather knew they’d sat on him, but Tessa thought she was simply sitting on part of the bed. The camera clicked, but Ursula stayed seated on him.
“So… Tessa,” said Ursula to Tessa. “Which event does your boyfriend compete in?”
“He’s a sprinter,” said Tessa. “a hundred meter.”
“I’m sure you’re proud of him,” said Ursula.
“Oh, he’s okay,” said Tessa. “I could probably find someone better if I wished.”
“What was this?” Dennis said to himself. Ursula was being her usual playful self. She and Heather made no attempt to get up off of him as they casually talked with Tessa, who had no idea she was sitting on his face. Their combined weight spread across his body became heavier and heavier. Tessa continued to sit, unknowingly, on his face. The combination of her weight and the heat from her body made him sweat. And, of course, he was unable to breathe as long as she sat there. After awhile, the usual panic set in. He was smothering under her. He reached up and touched her thigh in a vain attempt to get her off his face. But Tessa simply brushed his arm away. “I think you have a fly in the room,” she told Ursula.
Heather broke out laughing. “Yeah… a fly… we better get him.”
Dennis was feeling drowsy and about to pass out when Ursula finally decided to remove Tessa from his face. The three girls got up off the bed, and his body, and he gasped in air.
“Oh, oh,” said Ursula, matter-of-factly, nature beckons again. She grabbed Dennis by the arm and led him out of the room. “Time to go,” she told him, shoving him towards the stairway.
Downstairs, he found Greta and Kelly, still sitting on the couch.
“Well… How did it go,” asked Greta.
Dennis was still breathing heavily. He didn’t answer.
“Why don’t you come over here,” said Kelly. “Greta and I would like to sit on you.”
Dennis felt wobbly on his feet. He went to the door. “Thanks, but I think I’ll pass,” he told them.
“Maybe he’s finally had enough,” said Kelly. Dennis only shrugged as he opened the front door and went out. He heard Kelly and Greta laughing as he left.
The next day at school, Dennis went to the Student Center. He saw a group of men hovered around another man, who was sitting at a table with a lap top. All of them were smirking and laughing. He decided to find out what was so funny. On his way to the table he saw Tessa also approaching. As she passed some girls, they laughed and high fived her. Dennis arrived at the gathering the same time as Tessa. He peered over someone’s shoulder at the lap top, as did Tessa, who gasped and then shrieked. Ursula had uploaded the picture of Tessa sitting on his face in her cheerleading uniform. She had used the photo software in her computer to place a football uniform over Dennis and uploaded the photo to the college web site. Under the photo was the caption: Cheerleader Tessa decided to help out our team by sitting on the opposing quarterback’s face.
--end--