Seatboy
01-31-2008, 7:26 PM
After approximately 35 minutes of continuous full weight sitting on Bob's head, Vanessa sipped the last of her third cup of coffee, set the cup down on the table and then lifted herself from Bob's head, glancing down at him as she did so, proud of the deep red imprint of her bikini panties that formed a V shape across his cheek. She stood over him for a moment as she finished the story she was telling her mom, and it was long enough for Bob's blurred vision to clear up enough to notice the pink silk bikini panties Vanessa was wearing. He also noticed the bottom side of her thighs, right under her round buttocks were slightly red from sitting on his head so long.
"I've got to get ready for work," Vanassa informed her mom who continued to sit on Bob's mid section, squashing it unbelievingly flat. Sheila paid no attention to Bob as she reached across the table and picked up a magazine and began to thumb through it. Bob was in total misery and felt like his insides would come out his mouth any minute now that Vanessa had relieved the pressure from his head. He was weak, so very weak that he slid his right hand from underneath his back and allowed it to drop to the floor. He had no idea how much longer Sheila would sit on his stomach, but he knew he was in pain and much misery, and having trouble breathing partly from the bronchritas he had, but mostly from the tremendous weight on his mid section.
After another 15 minutes or so, Vanessa appeared in the kitchen, walked over and accidentally stepping onto Bob's hand that had dropped to the floor, leaned over and kissed her mom good-bye. Bob didn't know what kind of shoes she was wearing, but he knew it hurt like hell having his hand crushed under one of them. Whether Vanessa was aware she had stood on his hand or not, he had no idea, but he doubted she cared if she did know. She stolled out happily wearing a pair of tight beige capris, and a white sleevless top with her purse hanging from her shoulder.
After a while, Bob glanced up at his step mother who was engaged with an article in the magazine. "Why are y'all doing this to me?" He asked weakly. Sheila casually glanced down at his weak, pain striken face, smiled and said, "Well, this is the deal I made with you to let you stay here! Don't you remember?" "Yes, but-----why this? I mean----why do you want to sit on me like this? It isn't normal by any means." Sheila giggled then, her weight jiggling on Bob's stomach as she did so. "Well, maybe you're not normal, and perhaps we're not normal, but who is to say what normal is anyway. Vanessa has always had a slight sadistic streak in her. I noticed a long time ago, when she was just a young girl, that she enjoyed sitting on her dolls and stuffed animals and things. Just a desire she developed, I suppose. Anyway, we made a deal with you so this is the way it is." She told him matter of factly, and went back to reading the magazine.
Sheila had been sitting on Bob for well over an hour now when she finally said joyfully, "well it's time for your lung exercise! We've got to get your lungs back into shape." Dread came over Bob as he knew exactly what she meant. About that time the phone rang, and Sheila got up, walked over a few steps and picked up the cordless phone from the charger. Bob thought he would pass out as the air and blood came suddenly rushing back into the part of his body that had been crushed so long. Then there was a blurr, and he looked up to see Sheila's huge white panty clad butt step in front of the bench once more as she talked to the party on the phone. Bob tried to brace himself for what he knew was coming. Sheila was laughing at something that the party she was speaking to on the phone had said as her legs bent and she sat down very heavily on Bob's chest. The side of her huge, but firm buttock was tight against his chin. Air gushed out his mouth when she sat on his chest and he couldn't help but blow out a slight spray of spittle onto her thigh. Sheila paid no attention to it as she continued to laugh and talk on the phone. After 5 minutes, Bob was scarcely breathing and practically in a daze when suddenly Sheila began laughing big time and as she did so, she started bouncing up and down, almost crushing Bob's ribs and everything else under her butt. She bounced 4 or 5 times and when she came down the last time, her left butt cheek was covering Bob's mouth. He lay there another 10 minutes struggling to breathe. The effort was almost useless to raise up Sheila's enormous weight when his diaphram so desperately needed to work to enable his lungs to function.
Finally, Sheila got off the phone and raised herself up from Bob's crushed chest. He barely knew when she lifted her weight from him and it took several minutes for him to regain enough oxygen and strength to begin seeing straight and thinking in any kind of rational manner.
"Go lie on the sofa now, while I use the bathroom and I"ll be in shortly. A couple or three hours of T.V. will do me good this morning, of course with you as my little thin cushion!" She said as she walked out of the kitchen giggling.
On the sofa Bob dreaded to hear his step mother walk into the room. But almost as he thought of it, she walked over and turned on the T.V. He noticed she had pulled off the house dress and was wearing only her white panties and a bra. She was just about to sit down on his head when the phone rang again. Sheila was talking as she walked back into the den. "Of course Sweetheart, that will be just fine and I'll make something special for dinner tonight." Bob heard her say just as she stepped in front of the sofa. "Okay, I love you,----bye-bye." "Well, you'll be happy to know that Vanessa is bringing a friend home with her from work. She says she is absolutely gorgeous and about the same size and weight as Vanessa. Hope you can handle the extra weight at the dinner table!" She said teasingly as she turned and sat down on Bob's head and half his chest, squashing it down deeply into the sofa. All was dark as Bob lay under his stepmother's 220 pounds knowing she could care less if he survived or not. The last thing he remembered before he fell asleep or passed out, was Sheila's digestive track growling into his ear as she sat heavily on him.
"I've got to get ready for work," Vanassa informed her mom who continued to sit on Bob's mid section, squashing it unbelievingly flat. Sheila paid no attention to Bob as she reached across the table and picked up a magazine and began to thumb through it. Bob was in total misery and felt like his insides would come out his mouth any minute now that Vanessa had relieved the pressure from his head. He was weak, so very weak that he slid his right hand from underneath his back and allowed it to drop to the floor. He had no idea how much longer Sheila would sit on his stomach, but he knew he was in pain and much misery, and having trouble breathing partly from the bronchritas he had, but mostly from the tremendous weight on his mid section.
After another 15 minutes or so, Vanessa appeared in the kitchen, walked over and accidentally stepping onto Bob's hand that had dropped to the floor, leaned over and kissed her mom good-bye. Bob didn't know what kind of shoes she was wearing, but he knew it hurt like hell having his hand crushed under one of them. Whether Vanessa was aware she had stood on his hand or not, he had no idea, but he doubted she cared if she did know. She stolled out happily wearing a pair of tight beige capris, and a white sleevless top with her purse hanging from her shoulder.
After a while, Bob glanced up at his step mother who was engaged with an article in the magazine. "Why are y'all doing this to me?" He asked weakly. Sheila casually glanced down at his weak, pain striken face, smiled and said, "Well, this is the deal I made with you to let you stay here! Don't you remember?" "Yes, but-----why this? I mean----why do you want to sit on me like this? It isn't normal by any means." Sheila giggled then, her weight jiggling on Bob's stomach as she did so. "Well, maybe you're not normal, and perhaps we're not normal, but who is to say what normal is anyway. Vanessa has always had a slight sadistic streak in her. I noticed a long time ago, when she was just a young girl, that she enjoyed sitting on her dolls and stuffed animals and things. Just a desire she developed, I suppose. Anyway, we made a deal with you so this is the way it is." She told him matter of factly, and went back to reading the magazine.
Sheila had been sitting on Bob for well over an hour now when she finally said joyfully, "well it's time for your lung exercise! We've got to get your lungs back into shape." Dread came over Bob as he knew exactly what she meant. About that time the phone rang, and Sheila got up, walked over a few steps and picked up the cordless phone from the charger. Bob thought he would pass out as the air and blood came suddenly rushing back into the part of his body that had been crushed so long. Then there was a blurr, and he looked up to see Sheila's huge white panty clad butt step in front of the bench once more as she talked to the party on the phone. Bob tried to brace himself for what he knew was coming. Sheila was laughing at something that the party she was speaking to on the phone had said as her legs bent and she sat down very heavily on Bob's chest. The side of her huge, but firm buttock was tight against his chin. Air gushed out his mouth when she sat on his chest and he couldn't help but blow out a slight spray of spittle onto her thigh. Sheila paid no attention to it as she continued to laugh and talk on the phone. After 5 minutes, Bob was scarcely breathing and practically in a daze when suddenly Sheila began laughing big time and as she did so, she started bouncing up and down, almost crushing Bob's ribs and everything else under her butt. She bounced 4 or 5 times and when she came down the last time, her left butt cheek was covering Bob's mouth. He lay there another 10 minutes struggling to breathe. The effort was almost useless to raise up Sheila's enormous weight when his diaphram so desperately needed to work to enable his lungs to function.
Finally, Sheila got off the phone and raised herself up from Bob's crushed chest. He barely knew when she lifted her weight from him and it took several minutes for him to regain enough oxygen and strength to begin seeing straight and thinking in any kind of rational manner.
"Go lie on the sofa now, while I use the bathroom and I"ll be in shortly. A couple or three hours of T.V. will do me good this morning, of course with you as my little thin cushion!" She said as she walked out of the kitchen giggling.
On the sofa Bob dreaded to hear his step mother walk into the room. But almost as he thought of it, she walked over and turned on the T.V. He noticed she had pulled off the house dress and was wearing only her white panties and a bra. She was just about to sit down on his head when the phone rang again. Sheila was talking as she walked back into the den. "Of course Sweetheart, that will be just fine and I'll make something special for dinner tonight." Bob heard her say just as she stepped in front of the sofa. "Okay, I love you,----bye-bye." "Well, you'll be happy to know that Vanessa is bringing a friend home with her from work. She says she is absolutely gorgeous and about the same size and weight as Vanessa. Hope you can handle the extra weight at the dinner table!" She said teasingly as she turned and sat down on Bob's head and half his chest, squashing it down deeply into the sofa. All was dark as Bob lay under his stepmother's 220 pounds knowing she could care less if he survived or not. The last thing he remembered before he fell asleep or passed out, was Sheila's digestive track growling into his ear as she sat heavily on him.