This choice: No one interrupts and Sophie is plastered to Jasmine’s butt • Go Back...Chapter #7Flattened to Jasmine’s Ass by: Azazel-8   Unfortunately for Sophie there was no sudden entrant to save her from Jasmine’s wrath. The other bridesmaids had wandered away to continue their preparation and none of them had any time to worry about what their friend was doing with Emma’s doll, leaving the unfortunate bride to be grinded back and forth over and over again beneath her tormentor’s prodigious posterior.
Still fuming over her earlier treatment, the tanned woman briefly lifted her ass to make sure that Sophie was sticking to her buttocks and not the chair before slamming it back down again and resuming her grinding. The friction and heat were so intense that the little woman felt like she was going to burn to death beneath Jasmine’s violent rear, and she could feel her skin slowly adhering to the other girl’s flesh even as the tattered remains of her wedding dress were torn from her body.
The loss of the dress left Sophie feeling simultaneous exposed and devastated as she watched the last symbol of her wedding day being torn to shreds by Jasmine’s continuing movements, the ruined fragments either thrown from the chair or chewed up between the giant girl’s buttocks. Unable to see any hope for herself now, she glumly wondered if she would ever escape this hell.
Several minutes of this torture passed before Jasmine finally brought her rear to a stop, sweating slightly from the exertion as her now mildly-damp rump settled on the chair. Lifting herself again she turned to face the nearest mirror and smirked in satisfaction at the naked doll now tattooed face-first across her left cheek. Tapping around the edge with her fingers she noted in satisfaction that she’d flattened the toy to such an extent that she could barely distinguish where it ended and her own skin began. Really if it wasn’t paler than her tanned skin it would blend in almost perfectly.
Satisfied that her new doll wasn’t going anywhere soon, Jasmine tugged her pantyhose back up and over her massive ass, obscuring Sophie behind a screen of sheer black fabric, before struggling back into her tight dress. For the tanned bridesmaid the mild discomfort from the tight clothing was minor in comparison to the confidence she received from how good she knew she looked. For her prisoner the tight embrace was holding her flat against the warm flesh of her captor and preventing any hope of reforming, which only became worse as Jasmine flopped back down on her seat.
While Sophie was getting intimately familiar with her new owner’s ass, the other bridesmaids were wondering what was taking the ‘real’ Sophie so long. Kristina in particular was becoming increasingly concerned that the second bride was going to be a no-show, leaving her good friend at the altar.
Sparing a quick glance at Jasmine, the redheaded bridesmaid felt that perhaps she shouldn’t have been so quick to let the other woman claim the doll that Emma had left behind. Right now she could have used something to take out her nervous energy on, especially something named after the woman that was currently making them wait. She didn’t know it but the same thoughts were shared by Akiko and Liz, who found themselves itching to get another chance with the squishy doll.
Eventually Kristina stood with a sigh and motioned to the door. “Look, either something’s happened to put this Sophie girl way behind schedule, or she’s not going to show. Either way, we should go talk to Emma.” The last thing she wanted to do was tell the waiting bride that her lady love may not be coming, but it was better than standing around and waiting for what could be hours.
Akiko nodded in agreement, pushing thoughts of the fun squishy toy from her mind as she focused on the needs of her friend. “It’s better than waiting here. Emma should at least have Sophie’s number so we can find out what’s going on.” Noting that Liz had already joined Kristina near the door, her dark eyes flicked to her tanned friend. “Are you coming Jas?”
Glancing over at her friends, Jasmine considered her options. She knew that the proper thing to do would be to go and talk to Emma, and maybe comfort her if it turned out Sophie really wasn’t coming. But she was still kind of sore over what had happened earlier and really didn’t want to deal with the blonde right now. If she wanted she could just head over to the bar that had been set up in the hall adjoining the church and break open a bottle to unwind, or even better she could blow off the wedding entirely and just head home right now.
As things were going, it wasn’t like there was going to be a wedding anyway. But if she did that it might really be the final straw in her and Emma’s friendship.
After taking a few moments to consider her options Jasmine decided to…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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