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The House #bbw #scissors #snuff #wrestling

Squash the Skinny[/size] #bbw



The House
by prisonpreak



The doorbell rang, and Daniel got up, pissed off he had to interrupt watching the game. Normally he would have stayed on the couch, but considering the time it could be the police checking if he was abiding the terms of his house arrest. He marched through the hallway and peeped into the spyhole in his front door. He found himself staring right into the largest cleavage he had ever seen. All he could see were two huge globular tits, pressed together in an open black garment, seemingly only an inch away from his face.

Although it sure didn't look like a police check-up, Daniel decided to open up anyway, wanting a better look at that magnificent pair. He left the door chain secure, stopping the door from opening completely. Through that eight inch opening he found himself facing that wondrous bust again. Eagerly he took in the acres of breast flesh on display, his foul mood improving markedly. After a moment he realized that those twin wonders were just about eye height, and that he should probably stop staring at them and look up into the face of their tall owner.

He did so, and saw a young attractive woman staring down at him with an intense look in her blue eyes. He estimated her to be about nine inches taller than his 5"9, and she seemed very broad. "Yeah, what do you want?" he muttered. "I'm Jen," she responded in a confident voice, "a friend of Abby. You remember Abby, don't you?". His mood instantly soured again. "Were is that lying..." "Never mind that!" Jen barked down, "Remember what she told you on the phone?" Daniel gulped. When his wife called him after the last incident that sent her running she had threatened she would get someone to kick the shit out of him. Sniggering, he had dismissed her, but then again, he never knew his wife had friends as big as the woman in front of him. Noticing his unease she chuckled "That's right, and she's paying me a good deal of money to do it too." Daniel's chauvinist side quickly returned to him though.

"Keep your fat ass out of our business!" he yelled, slamming the door shut. "Who do these crazy bitches think they are nowadays? What's that lard ass going to do, sit on me?" he cursed under his breath as he marched back to his living room. Before he reached the living room door he suddenly heard heavy thumps behind him. Just as he had turned around to see what it was, his entire front door seemed to explode with an ear shattering boom followed by the tearing and cracking sounds of wood. The hard wooden door literally bulged inwards and flew into tens of jagged pieces, ripping itself of its hinges. Daniel barely had time to cover his face as a shower of splinters and dust hit him. When he looked up he saw her standing into what used to be his doorway. He could get a full view of her body now, and he was utterly shocked by what he saw.

She wasn't just tall and broad, she was simply immense! Everything about her was huge. Her hips seemed five or even six feet wide. She almost filled the entire hallway. The tight black leather pants she wore could hardly contain her tree trunk legs. Her tapering waist gave way to a super sized chest encased in a leather jacket, cut low enough to leave that cleavage he had already lusted over on display. She had to weigh a ton! It then dawned on him what had happened. This gigantic woman had smashed down his door, gaining entrance to his home. Startled he then looked around his hallway, that now resembled a war zone with debris of wood and brick and plaster lying everywhere. She hadn't just destroyed his door, she had also obliterated some of the wall framing it. Daniel started to feel faint in the knees.

Breathing a bit heavier she looked into his flabbergasted face and pouted: "Well you weren't going to invite me in so I had to let myself in." She then walked right up to him. Her steps made the floor shake. He back peddled a couple of steps till his back was to the wall. She didn't stop though and promptly pressed her vast belly against him, pinning him in place and forcing a gust of air from his lungs. "There, looks like I have your full attention now." "Let me go!" he yelled, with as much force as her pressure on his chest would allow. He tried to push her monumental body away but he was powerless against her. "Apparently not..." she sighted, "maybe you need a little more weight." She immediately leaned more of her body into him. He could hardly breath as her titanic bulk crushed him harder and harder to the wall. Just as he feared a rib would crack she relented a bit. Jen could help but giggle as she looked down between her massive breasts at his flushed face. "Now big boy, hearing of a husband abusing his wife always gets me in a bad mood, but crushing someone always cheers me up again. No I'm lying, it doesn't just cheer me up, it turns me on. So get ready to receive the punishment you deserve."

Daniel felt fear running down to his stomach when he heard those words. What was this oversized psycho going to do to him? Deep down he realized he was powerless to stop her. She had to be at least five times his size! What could a kid one fifth his size do to him if it was the other way around? That was what he probably resembled to this amazon, a child.

His panicky thoughts were cut short as her right hand grabbed the back of his head. "You seemed to have a lot of interest in the twins a second ago didn't you baby? Here, have a closer look." And with that she shoved his face in between her fleshy mountains, immobilizing his head and cutting of his air supply. For a very brief and fleeting moment Daniel felt in heaven. An ominous though occurred to him that never in his life would he have one more chance to put his head inside such a stupendous set of breasts. His exhilaration was short lived however as he felt his oxygen depleting. He started trashing and managed to free both his arms. She responded by simply leaning her massive body forward flattening him against the wall again while keeping his face wedged between her massive mammaries. He felt his ribs compress as she pressed more and more of her terrible weight into him. His hands flailed at her breasts, trying to move them away from his mouth and nose, desperate to suck in some air, but it was no use. Despite his panic he was amazed at how firm her breasts felt, and when he grazed her large nipples he discovered them to be hard as nails. She wasn't lying when he claimed crushing people turned her on! Incredibly she again poured on the pressure, smashing her belly forward so Daniel was now completely enveloped in her vast belly and bosom. He tried to free himself but the pressure on him was so overwhelming he could hardly move. She relished the feeling of him frantically squirming against her flesh. His attempts at freedom diminished somewhat in intensity as the lack of oxygen started to take his toll.

"Better hurry this up before he faints," she thought, as she wanted him to remain conscious throughout his ordeal. She backed up a step, allowing him some much needed air. Then she stormed forward again, sandwiching his body between hers and the wall with even more force then before. The entire house seemed to shake as they made impact. Using the strength in her monumental hips she powered her belly forward with the force of a mack truck. There were two muffled pops followed by his scream as two of his ribs cracked under the assault.

Mercifully she stepped away from him, allowing him crumpled body to sag to the floor, his legs unable to keep him on his feet. She laughed out loud as she saw the sorry state her initial crushing, the first of many more to come, had left him in. "What's wrong baby? I thought you enjoyed a little bit of domestic violence?" she mocked him. "Why don't we go inside your living room?" With no strain showing on her face she heaved Daniel up by his collar and put his back on his feet at her left side, between her and the door to the living room. Just after she released him she bumped her hips into him. It seemed like a playful bump on her part, but because of the gargantuan ass behind the move the effect was spectacular. Daniel flew straight through the door and into the living room, before stumbling and sliding another five feet over the floor, ending up lying flat on his face. He heard her heavy footsteps approaching. He saw her shimmy through the door sideways, as her amazon body was much to wide for it. Even then it was a tight fit as her ass stuck out at least a foot from her body. The door frame made creaking and splintering noises as she pushed through.

"There we are." she said cheerfully. "Let me just turn this down, hon." she continued as she made her way to where his TV was still playing. He stared in awe at her humongous leatherclad behind, her cheeks, each much bigger than a beach ball, swaying from side to side as she moved away from him. As she reached his TV set she turned around and stared into his eyes, knowing full well they had been glued to her ass. Without taking her eyes of him she slowly sat herself down on his TV. As soon as she put her weight on it crackling and snapping noises began to emit from its straining body. As she lowered more of her unstoppable weight onto the trapped device its screen blew out, followed by the side panels buckling. The sounds of the TV set disintegrating grew louder and mixed with the creaking of the wooden TV stand underneath as she now put her entire bulk on top of it. With a loud snap the TV collapsed onto itself, sending shards of plastic flying and dropping Jen lower onto the TV stand. That in turn couldn't cope and the top shelve broke apart with a resounding crack. A couple of seconds later the rest of the stand's frame gave up the unequal struggle and yielded to her weight, flattening further. The piece of furniture was hardly visible now. She then completed her demonstration by lifting her feet of the floor, her entire weight now compacting what was left of his TV stand to the extreme. After a few more bounces she was now literally sitting on the floor. Her colossal ass had turned his TV into a pile of useless debris. Her eyes still locked with his she whispered: "Eleven hundred and sixteen pounds... saves you from asking."

Daniel's eyes widened as he heard that. He was practically hyperventilating with fear now. Eleven hundred and sixteen pounds? She wasn't just six times as heavy as he, but over seven times! What had he gotten himself into to?

Jen rose to her full height again. "Lets get a bit more comfortable, baby," and she took of her vest. Daniel's mouth fell open as he saw what she revealed. Underneath she wore a tiny black leather bra that struggled to contain her heaving boobs. It was actually quite large but covered just a fraction of her massive bosom. It looked like it could snap any moment under the stress of containing her. His eyes also lowered to her dense and bulging belly, that hardly hung down over the waistband of her skintight leather pants but instead projected straight out. He's also amazed that her waist and belly, although very large, still look small compared to her massive chest and especially her ungodly ass, giving her a cartoonish hourglass look. She approached him.

"What am I going to do with you?" she asked with a sigh. Then the look in her eyes intensified. He placed her bare foot on his left hand, fastening it to the floor.

"Please," Daniel whined. "Please don't hurt me." She didn't respond but simply pressed down on his trapped hand. Daniel started to wail as a series of crumpling pops were heard, as his hand splintered into pieces, her terrible weight pulping the soft meat into the chewed up mangle of bones. She lifted her foot off him again. Daniel was still crying. Jen felt no mercy whatsoever for her victim. First of all she was on a mission with very clear instructions from her employer who paid her generously. Even if she didn't Jen would have taken the job as she hated men abusing women. And even if that hadn't been the case, like she had already admitted to Daniel, she just loved torturing people with her weight.

"Was that good for you, cutie?" she laughed. He didn't answer. "What wrong with you, I thought you were such a macho man? Aren't you, huh, with your big manly biceps?" she continued to mock him. She then stepped on him again, one foot on each of his biceps, careful not to step on the arm bone. Instead she put her heft entirely on the muscle, twisting her feet slowly grinding his biceps into raw meat. As she stepped of them, they immediately turned into a swollen purple as blood rushed to the traumatised area. "There, big macho biceps," she chuckled.

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She bent down to grab a fistful of his hair and yanked him effortlessly to his feet. "I'll give you a sporting chance because I'm such a sweetie," she boomed down in his terrified face. You can go into the kitchen and grab anything you want as a weapon. Then we're finishing this. Go!"

He ran into the kitchen as fast as his tortured body would allow. Inside the kitchen he closed the door behind him. Holding his damaged arms to his body he scanned around for a weapon. A heavy object? Was he strong enough to hurt her through all that padding? One of his butcher knives would get through but he would have to get close to her, something he knew was suicide. Boiling water to scald her with? No time... Why didn't he own a gun? Then as he looked at the back window just five feet down the side wall from him he realized what he should chose: escape! He ran to it started fumbling with the slide panel. It made tell tale creaking noises. Just as he had it open to his horror he heard those familiar heavy thumps behind him. This time he didn't even have time to turn around as the veneer door split apart in a cloud of splinters. A split second later he felt like he got hit by a freight train, catapulting him forward along the wall into the opposite one. He banged into it hard, and slid down in a heap. As he managed to roll around he saw his giant tormentor standing in were the door used to be, her hands on her powerful hips. Again she hadn't just obliterated the door but also the wall around it, creating a six foot wide hole.

"Predictable," she sighted. "They always run. I don't know why... Just a sec." She strolled over to his fridge. Standing right in front of it she turned to her side and winked at him. She swayed her hips away from the fridge and then smashed her hip into the door with the force of a battering ram. There was a bedlam of noise, the smash of the impact combined with screeching and squealing as the refrigerator slammed into the wall behind it. As she withdrew her weapon of mass destruction it revealed the steel door to be badly smashed and dented. Daniel again started to tremble at Jen's might.

BLAAM Her hips powered forward again. The fridge groaned and shook and tortured metal bent and groaned. There was a chain reaction of smashing glass, falling bowls and collapsing shelving from inside. KABLAM Her monstrous hips smashed into the poor refridgerator again. The door buckled further with the screech of rending metal. A spiderweb of cracks emanated from the plaster behind the fridge. The bent door, hanging from just one hinge, slowly swung open a bit.

"Oh shit," Daniel gasped. Jen smiled at him: "That's 131 inches at work." She proceeded to grab the top of the ruined door in one meaty hand and without pause tore it right off. She rumaged through the contents of his fridge, shoveling an amazing quantity food into her mouth cleaning it out in record time. She washed it down with the four cartons of milk and juice she found inside. Between cartons she purred: "Sorry to keep you waiting sweetie, but this body needs at least fourteen thousand calories a day, so I appreciate your help with the food bill."

Satisfied he patted her swollen belly. She stomped over to him and grabbed him by the hair. "Lets continue this conversation in the living room, big boy" she said dragging him behind her. "One question first. Abby told me you liked to make fun of her calling her thunder thighs. Is that correct?" "Yes!" he blurted out, too scared to lie to her. "OK, we'll get back to that later." She released him lying on his belly in the middle of the living room floor. She positionned herself at his head facing him. She was just going to fall forward, dropping her tremendous mass on his overmatched body. A woman in her weight class didn't even have to jump up before dropping on someone, just lazely falling forward was enough to do very serious damage. Just as she started her descent Daniel tried getting to his feet to get out from under her. He had just scrambled to his knees tilting up his upper body just as Jen's humonguous body landed on top of him. The impact was devastating. There was a sickening crunch as his body folded backward under her vastly heavier one, followed by a loud splat as it got crushed into the floor. She stayed down for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his crunched up body enveloped in her huge belly. As she lifted her weigth of him his curled up body unfolded again and he remained there lying motionless on the floor, moaning pitifully.

"Get up," she commanded harshly. Daniel remained motionless. "Oh poor baby, did I crush you into a pancake already? Come on, get up," she switched to a more motherly tone. Daniel looked as if he tried to get up, but his body was doing anything but that. His shoulders and arms clawed about while the rest of his body remained motionless. "Oh, don't tell me that crunch was your spine!" she barked angrily. She cursed herself for not making sure he was lying flat when she squashed him. That way she had just broken a couple of his ribs, maybe ruptured an organ, but nothing more. She had wanted him fully aware for some more punishment.

She put her foot gently on his calf. "Can't you feel this?" she asked in an almost concerned voice. He shook his head. "And this?" she continued, moving her foot to his thigh, pressing down with more power. "N-no." "And this?" she inquired in a flirtatious voice trailing her naked foot over his crotch. "No," he whispered. He started to sob. She had crippled him for life! "Not even this?" and with those words she stomped that foot down with all her strength on his thigh. The bone shattered like a matchstick. Daniel didn't make a sound as he truly felt nothing. He gasped as he saw a shard of bone poking out through his pants leg. He wasn't sure he should be relieved or sad he couldn't feel the pain. "God dammit!" she cursed and in a flash she stomped her foot down on a nearby coffee table that was immediately reduced to kindling. Daniel cringed as he watched her angry explosion of power. "Oh well," she calmed down, "lucky you I guess. I'll just continue to the killing you part." Daniel started a high pitched wail again, begging her for mercy. She would have none of it. Looking down on what was left of the human being in front of her she continued.

"I would have preferred to kill you under my ass, but Abby requested I'd use these," she said running her hands over her monstrous thighs, "because you liked her thighs so much. Just look at them: two beautiful pillars of destruction each seventy-two inches around. And you though Abby's were too big, huh?" she laughed in his petrified face. She yanked him roughly to his knees and stepped over him, straddling his prone body with her chosen murder weapons. She inched forward a bit bending his head back slightly and then clamped her thighs around his head, the back part of her legs covering him down to his nipples and pinning his arms to his side. The tight leather of her pants squeaked as she sealed his head in, silencing his cries and choking him at the same time. His arms and head started trashing to escape her deadly thigh lock. She inched her thighs slightly higher, allowing his arms to plop free. He tried to have them reach around her thighs to pry his head out, but her pillars were simply to big, his arms pawing frantically at them. Which was exactly why she had released them, the combination of his hands feverishly rubbing her thighs and his head bucking against her crotch stimulated her immensely, adding fuel to the pleasure she got out of killing someone with her body. She pressed her thighs together harder, feeling his nose break. One day she would have to try if she could pop a skull like this, but not now. She wanted this to last a little longer.

She kept up the pressure as she softly gyrated her hips. After about ten seconds just as his struggles started dying down a tremenous orgasm hit. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body. She would never tire of using her body to destroy anything or anyone she chose. After the tremors had subsided she noted Daniel was completely still. She parted her killer thighs, letting his corps fall to the floor. She looked at what used to be a human being but was now simply another one of her victims. She also looked around to what she had done to his home and sighted contently. Another job well done. She gathered her jacket and left the warzone she created.

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Squash the Skinny
by prisonpreak
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Tira was a young girl looking for a job. As soon as she hit 17 she'd decided to start making her own money. She had already applied at dozens of stores but they refused to hire her if she didn't change her appearance. She was pale, wore lots of black, had a couple facial piercings had shoulder length black hair, and was slightly bony. Tira decided she wouldn't change herself for $7.50 an hour. Thankfully, One store she applied to was very promising: Torn, a gothic plus-size women's clothing store. She thought her 5'5, 90-pound self would be shunned upon entry, but the interviewer was very friendly. Janet, the interviewer, was 5'7 and 230-ish. Not too big but Tira noticed her shirt was a tad too small and struggled to conceal her belly. Tira was used to seeing fat female flesh. Her roommate, Mary, would often parade around their apartment in her underwear. Tira could see every roll of fat on her 300-pound body. Mary's belly hang low enough that if you saw her from the front you couldn't tell if she was wearing panties or not. At first Tira was uncomfortable and slightly grossed out, but she grew to tolerate it.

Janet told Tira the she seemed very good for the job and that she starts tomorrow . On the drive home she though about her coworkers and customers reactions. All the glares she'd get for being the skinny girl. "They're just jealous." She chuckled to herself as she pulled into her parking spot. As she walked in she noticed Mary had a new pair of silk underwear. At 5'6 Mary was just an inch taller than Tira, but over 3 times her weight.

"What's the point in buying all those clothes if you're just gonna walked around in your underwear?" Tira asked entering the kitchen. Mary then bumped her ass into Tira and leaned against the wall, her ass and back fat pressing into Tira's stomach and chest.

"Well, seeing how I'm the only one paying rent here, I think I'm allowed to dress comfortably." She said while lightly grinding her ass into Tira's stomach. "Not for long", Tira managed to gasp. Mary quickly set Tira free. "Oh really? Where'd you get a job at?" She asked. "Torn. They said I would do very well." Tira said between breaths. Mary then burst into laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, skinny girl working at a fat girl store, shut up."

"I used to work there, ya know."
"Really? Is it a nice place?" Tira asked.

"Oh yeah, The girls there will just love you" Mary said with a mischievous look on her face.

"What's That look for?"

"On nothing. Good night squishee" Mary said with a chuckle.

Tira thought about what she said, than went to her own bedroom to sleep.


She started work at 10 AM so she got there a little early to make a good first impression. One of her coworkers was already there. She skipped over to Tira, her belly and breasts jiggling in a too tight V-neck. "Hi, I'm Emily!" She said enthusiastically , and embraced Tira in a crushing hug. Emily, being 6'1, had no idea she had buried Tira's face into her cleavage . Tira began to feel her body sink into Emily's fat and started to tap her flabby bicep.

"Oh I'm sorry, you got your eyeliner all over my boob," Emily said, "Don't worry you can borrow some of mine."

"Um, yeah. Is everyone as friendly as you?" (I hope not, Tira thought.)

"I wouldn't know, It's my first day.". Emily said happily.

"You too, huh?"

They were than greeted by a third coworker. She was Emily's height, 385 pounds, and had an enormous G cup rack.

Damn, Tira thought. All these massive breasts put her cute B-cups to shame.

"Good morning, newbies", she said "My name is Monica."

Monica than proceeded to lay the ground rules.

"We don't discriminate so don't snoop around the customers, Don't suggest a larger  size..", She than looked at Emily with an impish grin, "And try not to hurt Twiggy, here." Tira gave her a confused look. "What do you mean by that?", she asked. "Nevermind" Monica replied. Tira felt somewhat nervous, as did Emily.

Over the next two weeks Emily and Tira grew a little closer. Tira often caught herself staring at Emily's large belly and breasts. Not just Emily's, but her other coworkers. Tira wasn't a lesbian in any way, but she couldn't understand why she stared. There was something alluring about her coworker's big asses, massive boobs, and jiggling bellies that she couldn't put her finger on. On slow days the fat girls would pick on her. When no one was in the store they'd "accidentally" sit on her lap or pin her against the counter with their fat bellies. She just played along and took it as jokes on the skinny goth girl. Monica, however, was very forward about her intentions. One day she rapidly approached Tira.

"Hey, Mon--" Tira was interrupted by Monica's fat belly colliding with her own flat stomach. Monica drove Tira against the counter. While the air rushed out of Tira's petite frame, Monica grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled Tira into her massive breasts. Tira tried to push her away but her hands just sank like Jell-O into the rolls of fat that were crushing her. She opened her mouth to breath but all she could taste was boob flesh. Tira tried clawing and slapping at Monica's fat but just sent ripples through her body. Monica answered this by leaning more of her smothering weight into Tira and could now feel her heartbeat through the rolls of flab. Tira thought she would be smothered into oblivion...

Then, a rush of air came into her lungs. Monica backed off, laughing, as she watched Tira slump against the counter, gasping for air and clutching her stomach.

"Okay, what the fuck was that for?!?", She shouted, scaring away any potential customers.

"Hey, calm down, Twiggy." Monica said, "It's just a game we play with skinny girls around here."

"What the fuck kinda game is that?", Tira asked, pulling herself up.

"Squash the Skinny," Monica casually replied, "Whenever there's a slow day and we have a skinny girl working we squash  them."

Tira was still mad and confused by this. "What do you mean by 'Squash'?", she asked.

"What we've been doing; sitting on you, pinning you, you know." Monica said, "I guess I went a little too far."

"Ya think?"

"Oh, come on. I know you're used to it."

"What?"

"Your friend Mary used to work here. She told me she would practice her techniques on you.", Monica said with a grin, "I wish I had my own squishee  to practice with."

She was right, Tira thought, Mary would throw her weight around anytime she and Tira had a disagreement. Mary would sit on her chest, lay on top of her on the sofa, and sometimes even butt drop and belly flop her. She began to recall one night they got drunk at a party and she challenged Mary to a wrestling match...

"Hey, It's your lunch," Monica said, snapping Tira back to reality, "We can talk more in the food court."


Tira was amazed how much Monica was eating. She had ordered three entrees of orange chicken, a Big Mac, a calzone, a bowl of rice, and a super sized milkshake and fries. All that looked like a mountain compared to her small lunch of a grilled chicken sandwich and  strawberry smoothie.

"So why do you, um...." , Tira hesitated, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

"Fat girls?", Monica answered for her, scarfing down her calzone.

"Yeah, sure," Tira said relieved she didn't offend the massive woman across from her, "Why do you squash thin women?"

"For fun, of course." Monica said firmly, moving on to her Big Mac.

"Ooookay," Tira knew she wasn't going to get more of an answer than this, "So you just squash skinny girls?."

"Not just skinny girls," She said in between bites, "Skinny guys, too. If we have them, that is. It's sort of a rare occasion."

"And if you don't have any thin employees..."

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part 2
"Well..." Monica began to smile, "There's always the skinny bitch who thinks it's funny to ask if we have any smaller sizes..." This gave Tira a fearful look, "Or just the thin gal who happened to walk in to the store at the wrong time..."

"And no one's reported you?" Tira asked in disbelief.

"They try, but we have a deal going on with management "

"What about your workers? Don't they complain?"

"The skinny girls get early promotions, IF they hang around enough. The fat girls are just happy to squish a smaller girl with their girth."

"Not to prod or anything," Tira gave a look of caution, "Am I due for a promotion?"

"Yes, Actually." Monica said with assurance. "But first, you have two tests."

"Okay."

"The first one is now." Monica than proceeded to lift her shirt enough so that her belly was exposed and spilled into her lap. My god, Tira thought, it's bigger than Mary's! Monica than began to dribble some milkshake on her belly and started to rub it in.

"I want you to clean this for me." Monica said sternly.
"Um, Okay." Tira started to get up to get a napkin.

"With your tongue."

Tira shot her a look of puzzlement and disgust. "What?! There's no way I'm doing that!"

"You will if you want to keep this job and get your promotion"

"No, I won't!"

"I know other stores here wouldn't take you."

"C'mon. isn't there something else I could do?", Tira tried to plead.

"I need to know I can trust you.," Monica said sternly, "Now get on your knees and lick the milkshake off my stomach."

"Fine." Tira said under her breath. She slowly lowered herself to her knees. She looked to the ground. She couldn't believe she was about to lick milkshake off the fat belly of this massive woman, in public with dozens of people watching.

Just another reason to make fun of the goth girl, she thought. She slowly looked up to see Monica's cankles, her gigantic, pale, flabby, cellulite-ridden thighs all the way up to her black silk panties.

She was now facing the biggest, fattest belly she had ever seen in her life. She couldn't believe how deep Monica's belly button seemed. She closed her eyes and slowly drew her tongue across Monica's milkshake stained belly. She could her a few snickers escape from the mouths of onlookers. A preppy girl said aloud "Omigod, I would just die if I had to be anywhere near that fatty's belly!" Monica thought the girl would look lovely gasping for air between her thighs.

Tira could hear rude remarks and could see the cameras of cell phones. Everyone was looking at her being degraded to a human napkin.

Right after Tira had finished the milkshake, she felt Monica's hand grab the back of her head.

"Please, no--" , was all she had time to say, as she plunged into darkness. Monica could barely see the top of Tira's jet black hair as she was buried up to her ears in fat and smiled as she felt Tira's mouth opening and closing into her fat, no doubt trying to say "Help!" or "I can't breath!". Tira's lip and tongue piercings only added to Monica's pleasure. Monica soon let go, while all Tira could do was slump against her belly, the side of her face sinking into the squishy wall.

"Oh, come on Twiggy," Monica said, helping Tira to her feet, " This wasn't so bad."

Tira only answered with a groan and fell against Monica's fat body, too weak to walk. Her face landed right between Monica's globes of fat, smothering her once again.

"Well, if you insist," Monica said as she held Tira's face there and dragged her back to the store.

Right then, her facing laying between Monica's tits and her petit frame sinking into Monica's bulk, Tira found out something about herself.

She liked the feeling of being squished and smothered.

She liked the weight of a soft, round ass pressing into her stomach. She liked having her face squished into the breasts of a larger woman, or the feeling of being buried up to her cheeks in a fat girls belly.

But it was a short-lived epiphany, as Monica dropped Tira onto the bench in the middle of the store.

"You coming to yet, Twiggy?" Monica asked.

"Yeah, I'll live."

"Good, because your second test is tonight, right after you close the store. Now get back behind that register."

"Great." Tira said to herself. Just great, she thought, smiling to herself. 

For the rest of the day she thought about what her test was going to be. I'd love to fell her on top of me, Tira thought.  Coworkers would taunt her saying "Good Luck, squishy" or "Hope you make it out alive"

"I'm sure I'll manage."

Emily wasn't trying to scare her, although she was nervous she'd see her new friend in the hospital tomorrow.

"I'm sure you'll be fine Tira." She'd say "Monica wouldn't hurt you. Not on purpose, at least."

"Thanks."

Now, it was just her in the store getting ready to close up. Her coworkers taunts kinda scared her, so she tried to hurry and get everything ready to close for the night. With so many thoughts going through her head, she wasn't paying attention and almost ran into the gate. Strangely, it was already down and locked. Oh well, she thought, I'll just go out the backdoor. She turned around quickly and collided with Monica's gelatinous belly, clad in only a bra and panties.

Tira fell to the floor but quickly got to her knees and was now staring at the pale, flabby, quivering thighs in front of her. She looked up further to see Monica's soft, luscious belly, which quaked from Monica's laughter. Tira discreetly licked her lips thinking staring at Monica's soft thigh flesh and the fact that it was bigger around then her thin waist.

"Are you ready for your final test, Twiggy? You can still back out it you want." She said, stepping over Tira so that her thigh brushed against her cheek and was now resting on her shoulder.

"I won't lie, you could get hurt."

Tira just then realized how large Monica really was and the repercussions of having this woman crush and smother her.

"Um, actually.." Tira said, the side of her face sinking into Monica's thigh.

"Too late." Monica said, cutting her off, and proceeded to bring her other thigh forward, so that Tira was bent over backward, her head between Monica's meaty legs.

Tira had to admit, she was enjoying the soft flesh that was currently surrounding her face.

"Well, Twiggy, I've got some good news and bad news." Monica said, squeezing her legs so that her flesh closed around Tira's mouth and nose. Her breathing and hearing passages were now completely cut off. All she could see was Monica's heaving underbelly

"The good news: You won't be here long," She said running her hand through the smothered girl's hair.

"The Bad news is," Monica said, now clutching Tira's hair, "It's going to be a VERY intense 15 minutes."

She now yanked Tira's head further into her fat, until she was engulfed by Monica's black silk crotch.

Monica dropped to her knees while Tira's gave out. In the blink of an eye she was flat on her back with a 385-pound woman straddling her face.

"You know, I think it's time for you to go to sleep..."