Jasmine’s eyes lost focus for a minute, as she gazed absentmindedly at the wall, her deviously sadistic brain trying to come up with a suitably cruel punishment for her little bug-sized toy. You wiggled and squirmed as much as you were able to, but your hope of slipping from her tight grasp was practically non-existent. Despite your efforts, you were prisoner to this bitch in sheep’s clothing.
After a grueling pause, Jasmine grinned from ear-to-ear. “Got it.” She smugly declared, leaving her room without another word. Her arm swung casually up and down, swinging you in a nauseating arc over and over. The malicious girl holding you captive looked to all the world like your average, happy teenager. None could see the evil darkness raging beneath her innocent exterior.
Peeking into the kitchen, Jasmine noticed her mother, Janice, reading the newspaper and sipping on a cup of coffee. Smirking, Jasmine crept past unnoticed, right into the living room. In front of a rather large TV was a big, expensive looking leather recliner. You noticed with horror that two butt-cheek shaped imprints were practically formed into the leather, the fabric slightly darker around that area. You could only assume copious amounts of sweat had caused that discoloration.
Already giggling happily about her genius idea, Jasmine dug around in the cabinet before retrieving her mother’s sewing kit. Janice’s favorite hobby was to sew all sorts of clothes for herself, her family, and her friends. For a split second, Jasmine considered simply tossing you in with the scraps of fabric, but decided to perhaps act on that sadistic plot another time.
Content with her original idea, Jasmine slapped your squashed form onto the recliner, facing out. For a solid minute she rubbed and pressed on your body, working your gummy-like form until you were well and truly stuck to the seat, and only your face remained visible. A mischievous glint in her eye, Jasmine ran a thin but tough line of string through the needle and bent down towards you.
You could only mentally writhe and scream as Jasmine dug the needle under and over your body, wrapping the string across your trapped form over and over again. She didn’t stop for a full five minutes, until each part of your body was pinned down by the string. Tying the string off in an expertly handled knot, Jasmine’s torture scheme was complete, and your fate was sealed.
Cleverly, Jasmine had used brown string to stitch you into the chair, as the recliner was also brown leather and fabric. The string layer on top of you kept you permanently affixed to the chair, hiding you from view while also still allowing you to peek out just enough to see, hear, smell, and taste anything and everything that happened to you. You were faced with the crushing realization that you could do literally nothing to free yourself. Your life was entirely in the hands of fate. How had all of this gone so wrong?
No sooner did Jasmine finish than Janice strolled in, smiling at her youngest daughter. “Hey there Jasmine. Doing a bit of sewing?”
Jasmine shook her head and laughed. “Nope. Just digging around for a pair of scissors.” She pulled one out and winked. “Found ‘em!” Setting the sewing supplies back into the cabinet, Jasmine moved to leave the room, her mom having completely believed her hastily improvised lie. Jasmine truly was a master of cruelty and deception.
Janice loving rubbed her daughter’s head as she walked by, before she approached her favorite recliner. Time slowed to a crawl as Janice flicked on the TV, took a sip of her coffee, and then plopped backwards into her chair, and right onto you. Jasmine paused at the door to watch her mother sit, barely keeping her victorious smirk down, and then went upstairs.
You had been sat on hundreds of times in your life, by various different giantesses, and all sorts of butts. Janice’s massive ass was close in size to your mother’s, placing her hefty rear on the high end of the scale. The force of her fall squeezed the life from your body, the pressure of all of her weight bearing down on you causing your squishy body to groan with pain. Everything became darkness, your miniscule body concealed beneath Janice’s skinny jeans.
The oblivious mother wiggled a bit in her seat, pausing to enjoy how lovingly comfortable the recliner was. Her ass ground back and forth against you, scraping at your powerlessly trapped squishy body. The string stitching refused to budge, leaving you hidden from view and unable to reform. You could only wallow in self-pity, even as the temperature under Janice’s derriere began to rise to unbearable heights.
Thankfully, you passed out from sheer exhaustion and overheating after two hours, as Janice didn’t stand again for nearly five. The heat and sweat had been unbearable, a literal swamp of gross bodily liquid pooling around you after Janice rose and sauntered off to start fixing dinner. A pleasant smile filled her face, blissfully unaware of the hell she had just put her tiny little house guest through.
No sooner had you woken up than your vision was filled for one brief second by the gargantuan rear end of Jenny, flipping herself over the side of the recliner and crashing down into it. Her leggings covered butt was smaller than her mother’s, but no less impactful, crushing you entirely and eliciting a muted cry of agony from your flattened lips. Even your own client now had no idea what horrible fate had befallen you at the hands of her deceitfully kind sister.
Through mounds of tight butt flesh, you couldn’t hear a single intelligible word coming from up above, but could tell enough that Jenny was presumably on the phone with someone.
“Uh huh. Yeah…that sucks.” Jenny sighed. “…what? My private tutor? Oh my gosh, you won’t believe what happened. He showed up, and turns out he’s a super tiny little cutie! Like, incredibly adorable, pretty much the hottest little stud in the world. I just want to play and love him forever!”
A brief pause, and then Jenny giggled. “Okay, I’ll call down. Anyway, he up and vanished only a few minutes after he got here. I’d hate to think something horrible happened to the guy. I asked Jasmine, and she said she had no clue where he went. Obviously, I believe her. Jasmine’s a little angel…huh? No, I didn’t ask my mom. She didn’t even meet the guy.”
Jenny sighed. “Yeah…it sucks. I spent all day looking everywhere for him, but turned up nothing. I won’t give up though. An adorable little squishy guy like him isn’t getting away from me so easily. I’ll find him, save him from whatever trouble he’s in if I have to, and never let him out of my sight again! He’ll be my cutie lover forever!”
Another pause, and then an awkward laugh. A red blush filled Jenny’s cheeks. “Does he have family? Uh, yeah. His sister dropped him off…and…I don’t know. I can’t keep him, I guess…but I kinda thought…maybe I could convince him…to stay with me. Just a little dream, I guess.”
From the other room, Janice yelled out. “Time for dinner, honey!”
“Thanks mom!” Jenny replied to her mother. “Talk to you later.” She said to her friend on the phone, before ending the call and standing up. Without a single glance at the chair where she had sat, Jenny left for the kitchen. Of course, even if she had looked, the chances of her actually noticing you were horribly small. The brown string that both bound you to the chair and covered you up left almost no small speck of your features visible, save for you tiny little eyes.
Still trapped, and with absolutely nothing to do since reforming was impossible in such tight confines, you stared hopelessly at the ceiling. You were almost happy when Janice walked into the room with Jenny, carrying a big bowl of popcorn. Janice slammed her ass down onto you again, burying you beneath her abundantly sized rear end, as she settled in for a movie night with her daughter, both giantesses unaware of the itty-bitty tutor wondering if this was to be his fate for the rest of his life.
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