Do you professional writer?

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Hello....I absolutely love it, Fiona, as always. What I would really like to see is the sequences of the other stories You have a wonderful talent, Do you professional writer?

Thanks.:o :p

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Car abduction, author unknown


parts of this are true but unfortunetly most of it isn't
the other day I was out for a walk around my neighborhood.
this car pulls up beside me and a women with a big round kind of cute face motions for me to come near her. As she motioned I was struck by how huge her arms where. and as she waved at me the way the rolls of fat hung from her arm and quivered. As I approched the car I could see that there was another rather big women in the front seat and 3 almost as large women in the back seat. The huge lady that was driving started to ask me if I new how to get somewhere. I was close enough now to see right into the car and to my amazement this women had to be one of the fattest hugest women I have ever seen. The women next to her was almost as big. her huge belly interwind with the drivers belly hanging over on top of her just as fat friends belly. I could literly not see any of the front seat. In the back seat of the car where 3 more women one almost as huge as the gals in the front with the other two a little smaller but not much and also maybe a little younger. I could not conceive how the 3 of them managed to fit in that little back seat?? they looked to be one huge giant blob of women with 3 heads. Mind you I'm not trying to be derespectfull because there was something cute and sexy about each of these women. They all had prety faces and nice smiles. They seemed to be a really fun bunch of women. I'm not sure exactly what kind of car it was maybe a Grand Prix or something like that but a quick calculation of about 1800 to 2000 pounds of women was in that car. They asked me if I new where some address was but I said I was fairly new to the neighborhood myself and did not know where much was. they asked if my wife and kids liked the new neighborhood but I informed them that I did not have a wife or kids. This made the largest women in the back seat kind of giggle and the other two gals in the back kind of nudged her. this made her huge belly just sway a ripple. I was kind of hypnotized by the way her huge body moved. I know she caught me staring at her and gave me a big smile. I just smiled back and then as I was again telling the driver that I did not know the directions to the place she nonchalantly placed her huge arm on top of my hand that was resting on the door. I could not belive how big and heavy her arm was.
I thought she would move it as soon as she felt my arm but she just left it resting there. The huge passenger women said lyla we should probably let this nice young man go. Then she started to poke at lylas huge belly once again I was in a trance the way it moved and jiggled and swayed. They both saw me just staring at this and she just kept poking lylas belly. Then she started to move her own body back and forth causing her gigantic belly to move and jiggle. The car was starting to rock back and forth but I couldn't keep my eyes off of there two massive bodies as they rocked back and forth one huge roll of fat smacking into the other causing more jiggile like a huge bowl of Jello. I hadn't noticed but Lyla the driver had applied more of her weight onto to my hand and arm and I was being held to the car by her. Also while I was in my fat watching trance. one of the smaller women who probably weighed about 350 lbs had gotten out of the car. and was standing next to me. She said I thought those where the new Kswiss shoes you where wearing. I just looked at her and said huh. she said could you show my friend Kara she's the one in the middle. I said sure. with that Lyla lifted her huge arm allowing me to move. I started to put my foot up on the seat to show Kara my shoes. She said I just love those shoes what is this thing here and before I could react she grabed my leg and somehow liffted her enormous thigh and rolled my leg under her. the other gal that was standing behind me started to push me into the car. I was trying to fight my way out but all of these huge women where pulling and pushing me into the car and somehow more and more of me was being rolled and pulled under Kara. first she was just on top of my ankels then they managed to get more of my legs under her. I could feel her enormous size and weight as it began to press down on me. Then the other gal had gotten out on the other side and was helping to pull more of my body under Kara. after another minute karas huge ass and thighs had me covered up to my waist. Then Kara started to bounce up and down on top of me and told me to stop struggleing or she and her friends would crush the he## out of me. I started to yell for help but Lyla the driver told Becky the 350 pounder that was pushing me into the car to shut me up and with that Becky just dove on top of me covering me with her huge belly and body. I couldn't breath and I no longer could yell for help. I couldn't belive it but I was being kinnaped by about a TON of women. Becky told Lyla that she couldn't quite get the car door shut. lyla told Camie to give me one last pull as Kara raised her huge body off of me. They counted to 3 then did this pulling me into the car enought to get the door shut as Kara came crashing down onto my waist and stomach Camie was squished up against the door by Kara's huge bulk and was sitting on my legs and feet. Then Becky came crashing down on to my head and chest. She was wearing shorts and some how she made it so I could get just enough air between her huge thighs. she said you better be good or I'll close my big sexy legs together and you wont be able to breath. Then just for good measure Kara gave me a few heavy bounces knocking almost all the wind out of me. I heard Lyla tell the other girls to go easy on me cuz her and Tami wanted to have some fun when they got back to the house. Then Kara said can't you drive over some hilly bumpy roads first I want to have some more fun.........

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WARNING: This story contains depictions of squashing, torture, squashing, mutilation, squashing bad grammar, squashing and stuff that makes you want to read it and squashing.


Arrested
A squashing story
By Commandant Katria


The new cell was larger with more furniture and a wider door. But it was still
lifeless grey concrete with damp in the walls and a smell of despair. The
police had been questioning him through an interpreter for the best part of a
week. The hotel he had been staying in was raided, something about a sex party,
involving children. Since then the local police had been giving him the third
degree. In a third world country butting up against the former Soviet Union,
legal rights tended to be what ever they let you have, which wasn't much.

The door swung open and two women dressed in uniform walked in. Their hair was
severely drawn back and tied in a bun. The uniforms where immaculate, the brass
buttons and epaulet badges glowing in the poor light of the room. These were
Stazie, the secret police, responsible for internal security. Seeing them in
the doorway he thought they were big, but as they walked across the grim cell
towards him he realised he was wrong. They were huge. Each well over six feet
in height and immensely fat, almost spherical in shape. One of them had his
file, which she dropped on the table with a slap.

?So meiner Smith? she said, speaking accented English ?you don't like to answer
questions??
He didn't like the way she used his name. It was the name in his passport, as
far as she should have been concerned, it was his real name.
?I have been here a week,? he said indignantly,?and I have answered every
question put to me!?
She leaned on the sturdy table that had thick iron legs, it creaked ominously
under her weight. The other woman moved round behind him.
?Stand up please Smith.? What had happened to the mister?
?Now just a minute...?

A surprisingly small hand landed on his shoulder and lifted him effortlessly out
of his seat. His wrists were grabbed from behind and his arms stretched out. He
felt himself being pulled back and up over the stomach of the woman behind him
until only the tips of his toes where touching the floor. The first officer
stepped forward, so that her stomach was pressing gently against his body. He
started to appreciate how truly massive these women were. They completely
engulfed his entire body.
?No, mister Smith? said the woman, looking down into his face ?we have asked you
questions nicely, now we ask them not so nicely.?

As she spoke, she started to lean forward. Smith was not, as he had expected,
buried between two layers of fat, the stomachs were hard, unyielding, flesh.
His body was squeezed between the two huge bellies. He could feel himself being
compressed out of shape. Pressure on his chest forced his rib cage to flatten
out. Slowly the breath was forced from his lungs. The woman stood with her
hands on her hips looking down into his face, pressing her stomach further into
his body. Gasping he started to choke as he was unable to draw a breath,
crushed between the stomachs of the two women. The officer smiled at him when
she saw that he could no longer breath.
?Well Mr. Smith, do you want this the easy way, or the not easy way??
Unable to breath he was unable to answer, and she knew it. She wasn't
questioning him, she was torturing him.
?Very well then,? she said ?the hard way it is.?
Stepping back she released the pressure on his body. He sagged in the grip of
the woman behind him, gasping for air. Limply he was dragged across the room to
a low bench. Still in her iron grip the woman straddled the bench and sat down,
forcing Smith down with her. As he sat across the bench he tried to turn to
look at the officer behind him. But he was held tight, from his restricted
vantage all he could see was uniform clad stomach stretching out to either
side.

The first officer stood in front of him, the sight of the vast bulk of her
stomach hanging over him was terrifying. She unbuttoned her jacket, then her
blouse, removed them and hung them on a coat peg on the wall. Underneath she
was wearing a leather corset that held all her flesh firmly in place. The hands
holding his wrists maintained their grip whilst they reached down and pushed
his thighs together. With his legs along the bench the first woman sat across
his ankles, her stomach pressed firmly against him. The grip on his wrists was
released, it wasn't needed. Apart from his head, no part of his body was
visible. With rough serge against his back and smooth leather to his front, he
was completely encased between the bodies of two women. It was a warm and
sensual feeling. He would have enjoyed it, but he knew what was coming next.
The interrogation was about to become hard.

?Since you refuse to co-operate willingly, we are going to spend some time
persuading you.?
Smith didn't see her move, but the pressure on his body was slowly and
inexorably building.
?We are going to squash you Mr. Smith. We are going to squash you until you
pop.?
Through his discomfort, Smith noticed the improvement in her English, she was
obviously repeating a well rehearsed speech. This wasn't some new idea that a
couple of fat chicks had had as a bit of fun to pass the time. This was how
they did things in this country. These women had expertise and experience of
crushing helpless victims with their bodies.
?First I am going to squash you, then Comrade Nadia, who is heavier than me,
will squash you. Soon you will tell us everything that we wish to know.?
The discomfort turned to pain as the two women pressed their stomachs together.
Smith was completely helpless between them. Unable to breath he felt himself
becoming light headed, soon he would black out, a merciful respite from the
pressure.

The pressure suddenly eased as the one called Nadia stood up from behind him. He
fell back, laying on the bench. He gasped in air as best he could. The first
officer was still sat across his legs. She must have moved forward because her
stomach now covered his body right up to his chin. Nadia came into view pulling
a trolley that had some medical monitoring equipment and an oxygen bottle
attached to it. An elastic band was placed around his head to hold an air feed
line to his nose. There was a sharp pain as something large was stuck into his
neck. Nadia flicked a switch and the machine next to him started to hum
quietly. The woman sat across him leaned forward slightly, the air was suddenly
crushed out of his lungs with a rush. She held still, applying just enough
pressure to stop him breathing. As his vision started to go grey, Nadia started
to adjust controls on the machine. His vision cleared. Still unable to breath,
he found that he didn't need to. The machine was oxygenating his blood.

?We use this machine? Nadia explained ?to prevent unfortunate accidents. Comrade
Maxine here once suffocated a man to death. Actually she has suffocated many
people to death, but that was deliberate. When she has to suffocate them, she
holds their heads between her breasts until they are dead.?
Smith looked up at Maxine's cleavage, he could fit his head, shoulders and both
of his arms in there. Looking into her eyes, he believed she was quite capable
of killing.
?You we are not suffocating.? said Maxine. ?You, we are squashing.?
So saying Maxine leant forward. Smith's body collapsed under the weight. His
internal organs were pushed up into his chest cavity, he could feel his lungs
trying to force their way up through his throat into his mouth. The pain was
more than he could ever have possibly imagined. Then it got worse as Maxine
leaned in. Smith turned his head as the contents of his stomach were forced
violently from his body. He didn't vomit, his stomach was under so much
pressure his last meal had no where else to go. Nadine was on hand with a mop
to clean up the mess. As Maxine came further forward, his bowels and bladder
did the same. Maxine got off him and hauled him to his feet. His paper prison
uniform was torn off and his body sponged down. He was laid back on the bench
and Maxine resumed her position on top of him.
?Now you are empty,? she said ?we can start to squash.?

Everything that had gone before was as nothing compared to this new pain. He
could feel all his ribs bending under the weight of the stomach pressing down
on him. Maxine was now much further forward than she had been. She moved her
stomach a little from side to side, Smith felt like he was going through a
rolling mill. The pressure increased again. His ears rang with the pain. Maxine
was speaking to him but the ringing was so loud he couldn't hear her. Raising
her voice, she asked the question again.
?What is your real name??
Smith wanted to tell her, he wanted to shout it out at the top of his voice.
Whilst he didn't, at the moment, need his lungs to breath, he did to talk. He
couldn't even croak out a response. He tried to plead with her, beg her to let
him answer, but the weight, and the pain, remained.
?Tell me your real name, or I am going to break your ribs.?
Smith couldn't answer and he knew she knew he couldn't answer.
?Very well, have it your own way.?
The pressure increased. There was a deep, muffled, crack from his body, he felt
like he had been shot in the chest. Lights flashed and spots swam before his
eyes, retching he tried to vomit his empty stomach. His body went into spasm,
but under the weight of Maxine he didn't move a muscle. After what seemed like
an hour, but was probably no more than a minute, his vision cleared. Maxine
moved her stomach from side to side. Smith could feel and hear the broken bone
grinding in his chest.
?Now are you going to tell me, or do I have to break another one??
Smith felt the tears pouring down his cheeks. He rocked his head, the only
movement he could make, in frustration. Maxine was now close enough to place
her hands on his cheeks and hold his head still. She forced him to look at her.
For the first time he noticed the pleasure in her face. She was positively
flushed. She wasn't doing this to get the truth, she was having fun.
?Since you haven't told me, I'm going to break another one.?
With no choice in the matter, he had to look into her face, smiling with
pleasure, as again something cracked inside him. The flashes and lights
coalesced until consciousness slipped away from him.

Then the pressure lifted slightly, just enough to allow him to come round. Nadia
had removed her jacket and blouse and was talking to Maxine in her own
language. Smith didn't know what they were saying but Nadia looked at him and
started to rub her tummy. Maxine leaned back and stood up, it was obviously
Nadia's turn. Relieved of the pressure, Smith dragged a lung full of air into
his tortured body. He rolled off the bench and dropped to the floor. It was
only about a foot but landing on his broken rib was agony.
?Caplin.? he gasped. ?Mark Caplin. My name is Mark Caplin.?
The two officers picked him up and laid him back on the bench. Nadia stepped
over him and settled herself down on his legs.
?No, wait.? Caplin screamed. ?I'll tell you anything you want to know.?
?You say that now Mr. Caplin,? said Nadia ?but how do we know you are not going
to tell us some more lies. Anyway, it is my turn now.?
Caplin tried to scream as Nadia leaned forward. He was right, they were not
questioning him, they were enjoying themselves. Nadia was wider than Maxine but
wasn't noticeably heavier, which meant that Maxine hadn't been using all her
weight. Caplin felt the broken ends of his ribs grind against each other as
Nadia rolled herself forward. There was a tearing sound and Caplin felt his
internal organs rearrange themselves like a bad case of constipation working
its way out. He tasted blood in his mouth. Nadia smiled at him.
?I must have burst some of your insides.? she said. ?Now let us see if I can
break ribs.?
Carefully she started to apply pressure to Caplin's body. He could feel things
moving inside him that shouldn't have been moving, not least his now crushed
ribs. Nadia's hands felt cool as she held his face and looked into his eyes.
With an increase in pressure, his chest collapsed. Crack, pain, spots before
the eyes. Crack, more pain, flashes before the eyes. Crack, even more pain, his
vision was so grey he could barely see. Crack, yet more pain, he looked at
Nadia's face through a tunnel. Crack, his chest collapsed completely. This time
the screaming in his head made him black out.

As he came round, he was pulled into an upright position. He noticed blood now
covered the bench. He was passing it through his penis and anus. Nadia sat
behind him on the bench with Maxine in front, the same as when the
interrogation started. They pressed their tummies together with Caplin in
between. Because of his now extensive injuries, this pain was the worst so far.
Soon he admitted to being at the illegal party, that he was a sex tourist and
not at the trade fair, and he named everyone else he knew was involved.
Eventually he slumped back in a pool of his own blood and piss. Nadia stood up
and turned her back on him, for a moment he thought she was going to sit on him
when the cell door opened.

A third woman, younger than the first two, came in. Whilst she was as not as
tall as the first two, she was clearly heavier. Nadia and Maxine saluted
smartly, then started to talk in their own language, occasionally gesturing
towards Caplin. They reached some sort of conclusion and the new comer made to
take off her tunic, but she couldn't reach. She was so big she couldn't reach
around her own stomach to undo her belt and buttons. So Nadia did it for her
and helped her remove her tunic and blouse while Maxine sat behind Caplin.
?Commandant Katria is our new officer from the university.? Maxine said. ?This
is first chance for her to make final interrogation. So you will be first for
her.?
Caplin looked over to the commandant. She wasn't wearing anything underneath her
blouse and the sight of her massive, naked, breasts started to arouse him,
except he couldn't feel anything from the waist down.
?But I've told you everything.? Caplin whined.
?Yes. This is a final interrogation.? Maxine said as if that made it okay.
Katria sat across his ankles. Her stomach reached up to his chin. He couldn't
see her head over her colossal stomach, but he could hear her.
?Meiner Caplin, this is your final interrogation. By the powers invested in me
by our glorious state, you are sentenced to death.?
She leaned forward just enough so that he could see her face.
?I am now going to execute you by squashing you to death.?

Caplin noticed that her whole body flushed dark pink and her nipples stood out
like rifle bullets on her massive breasts. His broken ribs started to grind as
Katria leant forward, making his ears ring and his vision blurred. A word from
Maxine, obviously 'slow down', and some of the pressure was lifted from
Caplin's body. The pressure then slowly started to build again. His broken ribs
made a hideous noise as they scraped against each other. There was a tearing
sound from somewhere low down in his body and he could taste fresh blood at the
back of his throat. Caplin closed his eyes against the pain. Maxine's thumbs
opened them for him. The pressure and the pain subsided as Katria smiled at
him.
?I'm now going to lean forward and squash you. When I do, it will kill you.?
Caplin looked into her eyes as she leant forward. It was beyond pain, it was so
painful it didn't even hurt anymore. It was...

Katria leaned back off his still body.
?No, keep the weight on him.? Maxine said. ?It takes five minutes to make sure
he is finished.?
Katria leant all the way forward. Organs popped and bones broke under the weight
of her stomach. If she had applied this much pressure at the start, he would
have died instantly. But too quick was not punishment enough, and not nearly
enough fun. When he was dead to everybody's satisfaction, Katria stood up. Her
orgasm's were still shaking her body.
?Does it always feel this good?? she asked
?No? Nadia replied. ?The more you do it, the better it gets.?
Katria put her blouse and tunic back on, Maxine fastened it for her.
?Have the other five that were arrested in the hotel been questioned yet.?
Katria asked.
?No commandant.?
?With Caplin's statement we can guarantee a conviction against each of them.
We'll execute them at our leisure. One question.?
The two of them stopped and looked at her.
?Would it be considered an abuse of privilege if I killed them all myself??
Maxine as the longest serving officer answered.
?It would be unusual, but since this is your first week in the job I think we
can forgive it.?
?Thank you. Show them the video of me killing Caplin tonight, then tomorrow
gather them in a common cell. I'll take it from there.?
The two officers saluted as Katria turned and marched off.
?Good? said Maxine ?it's about time we had one of our own at senior level.?
?Now what.? asked Nadia. ?It's two hours till clocking off??
?Let's go and reduce the overflow in the political prisoners wing.?

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“Professor Jones?” a voice asked from the doorway. Daniel Jones, professor of English, looked up from the papers scattered across his desk to see Patty, one of his students from his previous semester’s poetry class, filling the doorway. For a moment, he was taken aback…he knew that she was an extremely large young woman, but he hadn’t ever fully taken in how massive she really was. As she stood in the hallway, she nearly blocked out all the light from filtering in. He was doubly shaken by how she was dressed. He had always assumed that large women, especially super-sized ones, were ashamed of their prodigious bodies and tried to hide beneath shapeless dresses. But Patty was dressed…well, provocatively, he thought. She wore a tight sleeveless shirt that rode well up on her abdomen… “belly shirts” he thought the kids called them these days. And this shirt definitely showed a lot of belly…her massive stomach spilled out over her thigh-length tight leather skirt. He could hear the leather groan as she shifted her weight on one foot, preparing to enter his office. Her long black hair spilled down provocatively in natural curls over her shoulders, framing her stunningly attractive face. He watched her as she moved, confused by the grace with which she moved her massive body. “She must weigh at least 500 lbs,” he thought…Maybe even more.
“Yes, come in,” he stammered.
Patty turned to the side and entered the office. “My God,” he thought, “She has to turn sideways to go through the door…her ass must be massive beyond words!” He watched, transfixed, as she entered his office, walking straight to the front of his desk,
“Professor, I want to complain about the grade that you gave me.” She spoke with a confidence that frightened Jones slightly. “I want you to give me an A.”
Jones laughed, then seeing the look that crossed her face, soon regretted it. “Look…Patty, isn’t it? Patty, you received that grade that you deserved. It’s that simple.”
“Nothing is that simple, professor,” she said, putting both hands on the edge of the desk and leaning in. Her breasts began to spill out over her shirt as she leaned closer. “You’re going to give me an A, or you’ll have to deal with the consequences.
“All right, that’s about enough,” Jones said, disturbed by the quiver in his voice…Did she notice that?? He hoped not, as it suddenly dawned on him that it was well past normal office hours, and he was likely the only professor in the building.
“I’m going to give you one last chance,” she said. I busted my butt in this class…I DESERVE an A… not like that slutty, skinny little tramp who sits in the front row and gives you a free titty show every time she drops her pencil. You gave her an A even though she’s barely literate. I wrote a damn good paper on Elliot’s The Wasteland and got a B-, while she wrote some nonsense about a Dr. Seuss book for Christ’s sake!”
“Look Patty,” Jones said, getting up and walking around to the front of the desk, “I don’t have to listen to ridiculous accusations about my…”
“Oh, but you do professor,” she said menacingly… “You have no idea what you’re going to listen to. I’ll give you one last chance…change my grade now, or suffer the consequences.
Something in the tone of her voice made him pause. What the hell does she mean by that, he thought? “I’m sorry, Patty, you’ll just have to live with…”
Before he could even finish his sentence, Patty walked swiftly over to him and grabbed him in a bear-hug. She flexed her arm muscles, and squeezed him tightly against her, crushing his spine like a python. His body went stiff, and then arched in a bow as she applied more crushing pressure.
“So,” she whispered in his ear, applying more pressure, “You want to do this the hard way…Well, I have no problem with this…I just hope that you’re ready for this.” She increased the pressure until he thought that his body would explode. He was being squeezed more and more tightly into her powerful body. Just when he thought that he would pass out, she released him, and he dropped like a sack of laundry to the floor.
As he lay on his back, gasping for breath, he saw her walk over to him, straddling his body. Every instinct told him to get up, to run like hell, but he was still paralyzed by the crushing bear-hug. As she stood over him, looking down into his frantic face, he fully realized how huge she was. Her legs rose like redwood tree trunks to end in the most amazing ass that he had ever seen. When she was his student, he didn’t give her a second thought, but now, as he lay beneath her, he thought about how muscular she must be to move that weight around on a daily basis.
“OK,” she said, “Remember, you asked for this!”
Before he could respond, she simply bent at the knees and came crashing down on his chest. It was like being buried under the worst avalanche imaginable. The crush sent shock-waves through his body, compressing him beneath her massive frame. She simply sat on him, riding out the waves of her super-sonic squash. She slid back to sit on his stomach, sliding her legs straight out to put him under her full weight. He groaned faintly, absolutely squashed beneath her.
“Well, well, well,” she said, laughing to herself. “Look at the big bad professor now. You’re just padding for my big fat ass now, aren’t you Mr. Big Shot?” She lifted herself up and slammed her massive ass down on him a few times. “Oh!” she said after each slam, “You’re just such a comfy cushion…I may just have to sit here all day.” She slammed him a few more times, then sat still, squishing his body beneath her. “Well,” she said, “I tell you what…I’ll give you a choice. I can squash you into a pancake, a crepe, or a grease spot. You can pick how serious we’re going to get here.”
Jones managed to utter a small squeak beneath the titanic crushing force smashing him down.
“What’s that?” Patty asked, bouncing. “I didn’t quite get that…so I’m going to assume that you said grease spot. Goody!!! That’s my favorite.”
“Well,” she said, “If I’m going to turn you into a grease spot, I’d better get to work!!” With that, she got off him and picked him up, dragging him over to the couch in his office. Laying him down on his back, she positioned her self over him and then, without warning, she leapt gracefully to her
feet, leaving Jones to gasp great lungs full of air as his body felt the tremendous release of pressure. His mind was reeling . Before he could fully catch his breath, Patty chuckled sultrily, "Look out
below!"As he lay helpless on the couch, he saw the huge muscles in her thighs tense, and knew instantly what was about to happen. She bent slightly at the knees and hen rose up, leaping into the air. Unable to move, he saw her immense ass, barely covered by the tightly-stretched leather skirt, float up in the air above him and hover for the slightest moment. It was like watching the movement of a vast celestial object; a heavenly body of indescribably massive force hang suspended an instant before impact. Even before he could attempt to brace himself, she crashed down on top of him, and he felt the upper half of his body compress beneath her: her massive weight met his body with no resistance, and he felt as though the crush of her weight had pushed him into another dimension. As the shock waves continued to roll through him, Patty simply rode them out, settling her sensuous ass deeply into his receptive body. After the initial seismic impact had subsided, Jones found himself once again relentlessly squished, like a grape in a wine-press. God, he thought, she’s killing me!!
“So,” she said sitting on him,” Are you going to change my grade now?”
Jones managed to squeak out a faint grunt beneath her..
“Well,” she said evilly,” “I’m going to take that as a ‘no’. Too bad for you… I guess that you need some further persuading, huh?”
With that, she stood up and dragged him to the floor. He watched in horror as she pulled her leather skirt up over her hips, revealing the most massive ass that he had ever seen encased in a bright red thong. Her ass cheeks wobbled over him like continents. He notices the rise and swell of her thighs and way that they swelled outward at her hips. She reached in and pulled the thong free from the deep recesses of her crack, dropping it to her feet. As she stepped out of it, she spread her cheeks to give Jones a full view of the horror that was about to happen to him. “Mmmm,” she purred, I’ve been waiting all year to get you under my ass. I’ve listened to you go on and on about poetry and the poetic imagination in class…Now you can experience a little of my poetry…my ass in poetic motion!”
With that, she slowly lowered herself onto his face. “I’m going to smother you now,” she said as she descended, “I’m going to sit on your face for so long that you’ll smell like me for days. You’re about to be my little ass slave, professor.” As her massive ass covered his face, Jones tried to scream, but his air was cut off by an avalanche of flesh. Patty simply engulfed him in her body, cutting off all external experience. As she rode him, all he knew was her ass, and how completely she had assimilated him. His body bucked and convulsed beneath her as she ground her massive body down onto him, but she continued to use him for her own enjoyment. The world slowly went to grey and then back as Jones surrendered himself to the all-powerful feminine force on top of him. Before he knew it, everything faded out, and he knew nothing…
When he awoke, Patty was standing over his head, both feet lightly brushing up against his cheeks, looking down at him.
“You little worm,” she said teasingly. “You know, my feet get so tired carrying around my weight all day. They get so hot and sweaty…I think they need a good cleaning. “
She raised her left foot and held it over his face. He stared at the soft brown sole hovering above him and watched, transfixed, as a tiny bead of sweat slowly ran along the course of her instep and paused momentarily at the tip of her big toe. He thought of what it would be like to taste that sweat…to inhale the pungent aroma and experience the salty burst on the tongue as he swallowed her essence. The bead of sweat hovered with an agonizing slowness, growing larger and larger before finally dropping directly between his eyes.
“Now,” she said teasingly. You have two choices. You can either clean my feet with your tongue, or I can bring this foot down and crush your head like a ripe melon. Hmmm,” she chuckled “That could be kinda fun…I think I’d like to see that high and mighty brain of yours squish up between my toes. What do you think??”
“No…please!” he stammered. “I…I’ll lick your feet. Just please don’t kill me!”
“Aw, you mean that you don’t want to squish between my toes like jello?” Patty teased, wriggling her toes over his face. “Well, you’d better do a good job with that tongue, or I’m going to stomp you into pulp.”
She slowly lowered her foot onto his face, teasing him by brushing her toes against his lips, and then withdrawing them. His tongue explored every line, every fold of skin on her soles and between her long toes. Initially, he was overwhelmed by the explosion of taste and scent as she covered his face with her foot, but as his tongue flicked along the length of her sole, and as he delicately sucked on each individual toe, he found himself becoming aroused. His body was still wracked with pain from the brutal squashing, but he yearned for more. He felt as if he could spend the rest of his life happily beneath her, tasting her essence, bathed in the perfume of her heavenly feet.
“Hmmm,” she said as she shifted feet. “I think that you’re enjoying this, you little perv, “ she laughed. She grinned lasciviously as she looked down at his prone body. “You know, you really shouldn’t be enjoying this so much…how are you going to learn your lesson if you’re having such a good time?” She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. “Well, if you like my feet this much, then let me give you a real show.” She shifted her weight and pinched his nose between her toes, sealing off his breathing. He opened his mouth to gasp for breath, but she pressed her sole down, filling his mouth. He began to panic as she covered his face with her foot, smothering him completely.
“Awww, look at you,” she mocked. “Your eyes look like they’re about to pop right out of your head. Don’t you like my dainty little feet?”
Beneath her, he began to flop on the ground, desperate to get out from under her smothering foot. “Now,” she said as his struggles became more frantic, “this is what I want you to remember the next time a big girl like me enters your class. Treat us with respect, or we’ll grind you into paste beneath us, got it?” She raised her foot from his face, and he gulped great lungs full of air. Looking down directly into his face, she said sternly, “I expect that grade to be changed by the end of the week. If it isn’t, then I’m coming back here, and I’m going to use you as my own personal trampoline. I’ll crush your puny body under my feet until there’s nothing left, got it?”
He feebly nodded, nearly unconscious from the brutal squashing that he had received. But somewhere, down in the far recesses of his mind, he wondered what it would be like to be crushed by her again, and honestly didn’t know if that grade would change after all.

[est1807]

author unknown



On several occasions in the past, my foolish and
heavily squashed boyfriend has asked me to do a
full-weight splash onto him, like they do in Wrestling on the
TV. On every occasion up to this story, I had
declined on the basis that I would kill him by caving his
rib-cage in with a full-weight drop of my 420lb
body!

Having said that, the thought of splashing someone had
always been very appealing to me. I love to squash with
my giant ass, and up to now the only belly squashing
I’d been doing was to ‘steamroller’ gently onto my
boyfriend. I only said ‘no’ to the splashes because I had
his safety in mind.

One evening, however, we had been out for a fabulous dinner and I had eaten enough food for about five people! I was feeling very full,
and we were both very drunk. In the cab on the way home, we were sitting on the back seat – my huge ass filling up most of the space, with my boyfriend occupying what little was left. To add to the effect, I always
would lean towards him, pressing some of my huge weight
against him and squashing him against the side of the
car. After quite a sharp turn, he got very squashed,
and I smiled as I heard the air leave his body in a
huge gasp. We continued our journey and, partly
fuelled by alcohol and partly by a desire to do it, I
leaned even more weight onto him and whispered into his
ear, “Tonight’s your lucky night. When we get home, I’m going to
splash you with my full weight”

I released the pressure from his little body, and the realisation of what
I’d said dawned upon him. He looked at me and said Breathlessly,
“Really?”
“Oh yes” I replied, “my FULL weight will come crashing down onto your little body”

We got home and went into my house. I closed the
door and immediately pushed my boyfriend up against
the wall. I slowly applied some weight to him,
pinning him and crushing him against the wall.

“Soon you’ll get my FULL weight on you, and I’ll have gravity
on my side” I whispered into his eas, “I wonder how
high I can jump?”

We went up to the bedroom, pausing every now and then so I could remind him how
heavy I am.
“I’ll splash you on the bed first. Let’s see if you survive that”
“Y..yes Kay” he replied, the stuttering half coming from nerves and half from
excitement “It’s COLOSSAL KAY, you little runt” I bellowed back at
him
He lay on the bed and I told him to put his hands
above his head. I was really enjoying this, and I was
determined to go through with it, so I didn’t want him
chickening out now. I got some scarves out of a drawer, and
began to tie his hands to the headboard.
“I don’t want you running off anywhere, now do I?” I asked in a
sultry and menacing way
He just lay there with big eyes, in awe at what was happening. I tied his feet to the bottom of the bed, and he was trapped, with his
arms stretched above his head.

I then stood up and towered over his tiny, prone
body. Each of my huge, flabby legs is bigger than his
whole waist! I slowly began to take my clothes off
until I was down to my big black bra and gigantic black
silky panties. I walked over to the bed, and dangled my
enormous belly over my boyfriends face, “Just think
what this will feel like when it comes crashing down
on you” I laughed
“Oh God!” he replied, “you
look… even bigger than normal!”

“Haha, let’s give you a reminder of how heavy I am” I turned around
and slowly sat my gigantic ass onto his body. The
width of my ass stretched from his chest to his knees,
and as I rested more and more weight onto him, I
could feel him compress and sink into the mattress. The
air rushed out of him as my weight compressed his
lungs, and finally I had my full 420lbs on top of him.
He was having trouble breathing.“M..mercy,
please Colossal Kay” he begged“There’s no mercy for
you tonight, little man” I replied. I was still well
fuelled on wine, and tonight I was going to do it my
way! I gave him a little bounce with most of my weight
(just for good measure) which caused him to gasp with
what little air was left in his lungs, and then raised
myself to my feet. I turned around and looked
down. “And now for your splash” I boomed“I.. I… think
I’ve changed my mind” he gasped, still recovering from
my ass-crush
“That’s a shame, because I haven’t
changed mind! I wondered if you’d reconsider when
crunch-time came, which is why I tied you up. I’m going to
give you a colossal splash, whether you like it or
not”“Oh no… please! You’re so heavy! Please!” he
begged.He started to struggle with the bindings, which were
good and tight. I looked right into his eyes and
smiled an evil smile. I bent my knees a little and he
saw what I was doing, and realised what was about to
happen. I’d never done this before, so I didn’t really
know what I was doing, but I took a deep breath and
propelled my huge body into the air.I have no idea how
high I leapt, but I suspect that it wasn’t
particularly high, but it was high enough to clear the bed,
and his body. He began to let out a cry as my bulk
landed on top of him. I had somehow judged it just about
right, and my mammoth belly landed on his chest and top
half of his legs. The bed groaned and creaked and gave
little snapping noised as the bolts and joints were
pushed beyond their limits. The mattress compressed
almost flat, and my boyfriends body got compressed like
he’d never dreamed possible. He gave out a huge and
very loud groan, which was the culmination of his
scream before the splash, and my weight pushing all of
the air out of his lungs in about a second.

The mattress springs desperately tried to cope
with my titanic weight, but failed to bounce my body
back into the air. I landed and came to a heavy rest
on his little body. My boyfriend was gasping for
breath and sounded quite battered. I’d squashed him
before, but normally he could talk during the squash.
This time, he was silent, intent on trying to get air
back into his crushed body.
I slowly lifted my bulk
off him and looked down at his crumpled body in a
huge indentation in the mattress, left by my belly. He
regained his ability to speak and breath,“Th…th… that
w..w….was amazing!” he gasped“Mmmmmmm… and the night is
still young.” I replied “That was extremely horny. I’m
going to splash you much more in the future, and there
are going to be some more splashes tonight. Are you
up to it?”
“Yeeessssssss” he gasped.
“Good, because you don’t really have a choice! And when I’m done
splashing you, I’m going to straddle you and crush you
while you make love to me. I’m going to bounce my full
weight up and down on you. Tomorrow morning you’re going
to feel like you were hit by a bus. I’m going to
crush you into oblivion”I laughed out loud, and
slowly bent my legs again in preparation for my next
colossal splash. His eyes went wide again, and he began to
say something to beg for mercy, but I think he knew
what was going to happen anyway!

I propelled my bulk into the air once more…….THE END?