Delilah pursed her lips, idly wondering what to do with her tiny--and charming, she had to admit--little hostage. The feeling of him wriggling under her rump felt...wonderful, but it was horribly rare that she got the chance to sit on humans; let alone in her favorite bikini, or in a place as ritzy as this. No, she couldn't just lay there on top of him; lovely as that was. She had to do something special.
But what?
She thought of her room back in the Aether Suites. If she could be away from prying eyes...and any of Greg's coworkers who might spoil her fun...then she could play with him in private! She giggled at the delightful ideas that brought to mind; wanting to spring up and carry her little human off right then and there.
But no...no reason she couldn't have a bit of fun before taking him there.
Lifting her head to look at the tiny form of her prisoner, she found him just as she left him: pinned under her cheek, with only his head and neck uncovered. He tried to croak something out, but she didn't bother to listen; only winking at him before laying her head back down...
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"Ma'am, could you please-- *Urgh!* --get off me?" I ground out, trying my best to sound polite despite the crushing weight of Delilah's rear. When most customers would eat you alive or step on you for looking at them wrong, you learn to ignore little things like being sat on, or called a snack. "I can't apply the sunblock if you're...*Ugh*...sitting on me." I flash my best grin, putting on the charm.
No such luck. She just winked at me, returning my grin with a sultry smirk before laying back down, sighing in bliss.
Great, she was getting off to this. I sighed, stopping my struggles to get free.
...and that was when she started wiggling her titanic rhino ass down on me, complete with a throaty sigh. I was pressed between her bikini-clad butt and the sand below, toss around like a ragdoll as her weight shifted around me; back and forth, side to side; every which way. Each wiggle dragged me further under her booty, eventually surrounding me in darkness as her cheeks completely covered my tiny form. I tried to shout for her to stop, but opening my mouth only got me a maw full of sand, rhino sweat, and black spandex from her bikini.
Between Delielah's crushing weight, the gritty sand, and the ever-present threat of her just straight-up farting on me (again, with giant anthros, that's fatal for us tiny humans! Don't laugh!), I was getting pretty clobbered.
Weirdly, she seemed to be keeping just enough of her weight off me to keep it from being fatal--no bones crushed into jelly or anything. I guess she did like humans after all. Enough to NOT kill me with her little forced dominatrix session, at least.
With one final wriggle, she stopped, sighing in utter bliss above me. By now I was pinned right at the apex of her ass, both cheeks pressing down on me. And I was face up, so unlike when only one cheek had landed on me I was getting the full force of her building-sized bum.
Remembering the threat of flatulence, I tried NOT to think about how I was at ground zero of any gas she might have....when the already-insane weight pressing down on me shot up. Her cheeks hinged upwards, pressing together and compacting me between them as I was flattened. Shouting--and getting another mouth full of rhino flab--I realized Delilah must be sitting up. Like the naive idiot I was, I assumed she'd gotten bored of sitting on me and was finally getting her giant butt off me.
...No such luck. She wiggled her butt down on me one last time and stood up---with me pancaked against her hide like a sticker. I was wedged between her cheeks like a canned fish, adhered to her rear by sheer force and sweat. With her rear no longer pressing down on me, I could see the outside world through a thin slit of life between her cheeks....which let me see Delilah casually move her hands to her wide hips and press her cheeks together, locking me in place.
Yeah; I wasn't getting out of this unless she wanted me to.
As she thundered off to God-knew-where; effectively kidnapping me so she could have a toy, I could only think one thing.
Please don't fart...
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