Chapter #7Butt by: Unknown Serena bends over and looks down at you with a smile accompanied by a soft giggle, which she follows up by turning her gargantuan-sized body on a 180 degree angle, leaving you only a few inches below her huge, soft-looking rear end. Her butt blots out the light and casts a dark, oppressive shadow over you. You think you can see Serena's face looking down and smiling from way up above, but you can't really tell.
"Since you've had some fun in my front end, want to experience the back?" She teased, and began to lower her ass on to the bed. "Do you want my skirt on top of you, or... What's beneath it?" She said that as though she genuinely wanted some input, but you knew she couldn't hear your tiny vocal cords down there. Regardless, she flopped her skirt up so that the back fell behind you, quickly and abruptly coating you in darkness. In the faint light, you could make out her bare butt-cheeks enveloping a crack that was barely covered by a seductively small amount of fabric - courtesy of her thong. It dawned on you that her enormous butt was seriously coming down on you. Even if it was kind of hot, it was still terrifying. And in your completely inaudible state, there was nothing you could do about it.
Soon, you began to feel a heavy sensation in your feet and calves that seemed to jiggle slightly. You recognized that as her butt making itself comfortable on your lower body. The sensation slithered up your thighs soon enough, completely immobilizing you. Even if you wanted to run, you couldn't. You were just a slave to Serena's ass. Soon enough, her butt was positioned firmly on everything but your head. It was at this point, as your lungs were being crushed beneath her, that you realized how dangerous this could be. So much pressure was on your legs that you were getting genuinely scared that they'd break, but that wasn't even the biggest of your problems. You could barely breathe. An enormous butt was sat firmly on top of everything including your chest, and to top that off, the pubic scent you'd become accustomed to in her vagina was mixing with the heat to create a torture chamber beneath her. In a way, the worst thing was that she wasn't doing it on purpose. She was gently sat on you, happily enjoying her new seat cushion. She wasn't even trying to create this hell!
You began to slam your head against the black fabric above you, your last hope, with your lack of free hands. It quickly comes to your understanding that the flesh beneath the fabric was her butthole - made apparent by the smell of... Well, whatever last came out of it.
Your whole body is cramping up soon enough, and the back of your neck starts to burn horribly from the strain of relentlessly slamming your head against her ginormous asshole. You clearly stimulated it a little, at least, because a loud roar that would normally be indicative of the return of the dinosaurs ripped from the 'vortex' above your head and a putrid smell half reminiscent of rotten eggs, half reminiscent of fecal matter, infiltrated your nostrils. You definitely heard Serena giggle at that. Whether it was an embarrassed, apologetic giggle or a sadistic one at this point you didn't know.
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