NYSquashee
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SSBBW, Squashing - A continuation of the Beth squashing stories.
The snap to reality was sudden and incredibly shocking. John had just finished a long shift working as a junior superintendent at the apartment building his uncle got him a job at, and decided to take a small nap in one of the laundry rooms located in the lower level of the building. He was only 22 years old, and this was his first "professional" job, so he was putting all he could into it. The effect of all that determination, however, was pushing him to the brink of exhaustion. It wasn't the first time he had finished a shift and caught some beauty sleep on the waiting benches in the laundry room, but it would certainly be his last.
Snapping out of his dreams, John opened his eyes to complete and total darkness. His mouth felt compressed shut, and he couldn't even bring himself to scream for help. The sensation was that of being buried under hundreds of soft beanbags. His chest and stomach were crushed, his small-frame body fighting to keep from turning to jelly between the immense force which was squashing him and the hard plastic chairs which he was laid out on top of. John's mind reeled, trying to comprehend what was happening. Was he still dreaming? Was this sensation of being flattened alive just some twisted nightmare he was having, brought on by the pressures of work? What was happening to him...
Feeling restless and bored, the last three days off of work growing into a feeling of stir crazy, Beth decided to do some late night laundry. She waddled her 477-pound body into the bathroom, and began sorting her clothing. Haven't gone to work in the last few days, so most of it was just her comfort wear. Pajama bottoms and tops, huge pairs of panties and bras-which were quickly losing the battle to Beth's growing body-and a few pairs of sweatpants and shirts. Her bag made up, a quick check of her fine SSBBW body in the mirror - even just going to the laundry room Beth wanted to make sure she looked sexy, as sexy as she felt when putting her goddess like body in motion - each roll and fold of fat moving in perfect rhythm with the other.
She was wearing a black tank-top which showed off her huge arms, and beautifully large breasts along with her massive and hanging belly, which hung over the waistband of her grey skin-tight sweatpants. Her impossibly rotund thighs and ass pushing the fabric to its seams, just daring another pound to push the tidal-wave of fat over the edge, causing Beth to burst right through the pants.
Beth took the fairly long ride down in the elevator to the basement of the building, and made her way to the laundry room. Her breasts and belly bounced and jiggled as she stopped herself short, discovering that the cute young thing, who was learning to take over from the current Superintendent, napping away in his uniform, stretched across three of the attached chairs in the center of the room. Beth's mind worked fast, her instinct taking over, and she reached behind the door of the laundry room and grabbed the "Out of Order" sign which so often hung outside. Beth then hung it on the center of the door to the room, closing it behind her. She knew that not too many people would be bothering to come down here so late at night, but was not taking any chances.
Beth moved slowly, careful not to wake up the young thin man till she was good and ready, setting her laundry up and running in one of the machines directly in front of the chairs John was laid out on. Done with that chore, Beth waddled over to him, her eyes bright with lust, her skin tingling. He really was a cute little thing. A perfect cushion for her huge body as she waited for her wash to finish. Beth turned on her heels, positioning her four foot wide butt over him, taking one last glance at his sleeping face, then lowered her almost quarter ton of fat onto him.
Through her plentiful fat she felt the young man snap awake in shock, and felt his body begin to buckle and tremble under her, each motion of his squirming giving her goosebumps across her body.
Beth just sat on John, doing her best to flatten the no-longer boy out into paper, her legs out-stretched before her to maximize the pressure he felt; watching her laundry make its journey around and around in the washing machine.
A grueling half hour later for John, and Beth's wash was finished. She knew she'd have to get the clothes in the dryer, but didn't want her newfound victim running out on her. So she did the only thing she could think of, and raised her wide body up, and shifted to the right a bit, John watching in a dumbfounded and exhausted state as the light came back to his eyes, only to be blotted out by Beth when she dropped her gigantic butt square on his face. His small cute features were now totally engulfed in the fat of Beth, and he quickly began to run out of air. Beth just sat happily on the young man, loving each and every one of his desperate attempts to get air out from under her butt. Beth knew it was hopeless for him, and soon so would he. After a couple of minutes, Beth noticed John's struggles fade and then stop. Being as experienced as she was, Beth was able to pinpoint just when her squash victims lost consciousness.
Beth raised her bulk up from the now out cold John, and turned to look at what her handiwork had done once again. Then she made use of her time and transfered her clothes from the washer to the dryer. As she was doing this she heard a soft "THUMP" from behind her. Beth turned, the sound scaring her a bit, and found the crumpled heap of the young man she had just recently flattened lying on the floor in front of the yellow chairs.
"My, my, look at you. I would have thought that smothering I gave you would have kept you out for hours. You're a strong little guy, aren't you?" Beth said to John.
John was trying to pull himself up, though his body was far too out of it to comply. Instead he could only raise his head and look at the amazingly huge woman, the weapon his body had felt the brunt of just moments earlier. John being only 5'7 and 120 pounds, had never felt so insignificant until now, looking up at this large wide woman. "She must be over four hundred pounds!" his mind raced. He found himself shocked that his own body was able to withstand such an onslaught of fat sitting on him.
Beth glared down at the twiggish boy, and walked over to where he lay. Beth found herself impressed with his stamina, impressed enough to know she'd have to take him to his limit. As Beth made her way closer to John, he began to try to scramble his legs into working again so he could get up and get away, but the best he could accomplish was bringing himself to his knees and slowly crawling towards the back of the laundry room. Beth laughed at his efforts, and when close enough raised one of her tree-trunk thick legs and brought her foot down on the lower point of his back. Beth applied just enough of her weight on his back with her foot, and it sent him crashing to the hard cold floor. His body let out a audible crack as Beth stepped fully onto his back, bring all of her weight onto his tiny frame, and stepping with her other foot right below his neck, centered between his shoulder blades.
John began to groan and gasp as all of Beth's weight trampled down upon his back. His ribs felt ready to burst under the pressure, along with the rest of his organs.
"You should know by know that I don't like it when my little seats try to escape. You're going to have to pay for that. Let's see, how many leaps from my close to 500-pound body onto you should be the right punishment...five? Ten? How about twenty?" Beth laughed as John's gasps and moans changed pitch from fear of her words.
"Let's get started right now, shall we?" Beth said, bending at the knees and propelling her body up into the air...
"THIRTEEN...FOURTEEN...FIFTEEN..." Beth counted off each hop she made on the poor superintendent-to-be who was under her feet. He had lost consciousness after the eight leap she made on his tiny chest, the incredible trampling being too much for his mind to comprehend. Beth, however, didn't notice his closed eyes or slip from reality, she was far too absorbed in her actions. The slap of her fat rolls which ran up and down the sides of her belly as she jumped up and down, the sound of her feet coming into contact with John's flattened form, his breathless gasps which continued with each leap.
Beth began to tire after the twentieth hop on poor John, and stopped to catch her breath.
"Wooo! Been a long time since I had a workout like that," Beth said. "You still breathing under there, little man?" Beth received no answer, and couldn't really look down to see his face as her huge dark belly was far too protruding. Beth grabbed her fat with both hands, loving the sensual feeling of her fingers sinking into her softness, and pulled her belly up and in as best as she could, so she could finally see John's beat red face. Finally she became aware of his passing out. Beth just stood on his tiny chest, her wide feet almost covering it completely, and took in his suffering. The veins in his head looked like they were ready to burst, his face completely red, no doubt from all of her leaps on him forcing the blood up and away from his midsection.
"Still breathing though, look at that. He is a tough little guy after all," Beth said to herself, finally stepping down off the young man. She walked over to the dryer which her clothes had finished in, and took them out, not bothering to fold them, feeling far too passionate about her new victim and her sudden desire to stuff her glorious body with food. She knew that she wanted to take young John with her when she went out shopping for sweets, but couldn't figure out how to get him to her car-even at this late hour-without somebody noticing.
That's when her brilliance came through, and she spotted one of the leftover shopping carts in the corner of the room. There were usually a few left around for the tenants to use to transport a big load of laundry. Beth wondered playfully how well they would work transporting the young John to her car. She giggled in delight at the idea of it. She dumped her clothing back into the dryer, figuring they would be safe enough there for a while, and waddled back over to where John was still laying on the floor. Beth bent at the waist, almost certain as she did that her elephantine backside would rip right through her sweats, the thought of it giving her pleasure, though the sweatpants held strong. Beth then got to work pulling the large laundry bag up and under John's legs, past his waist...chest, and soon after folding his legs in, he was completely wrapped in the laundry bag. Beth then dragged the poor boy to the laundry cart, and used her strong arms to lift the bag holding John up and in the carriage of the cart.
Soon Beth was ready and out the door of the laundry room, to anyone looking it would just appear that a very beautiful and fat woman was pushing her laundry to her car, the only oddity being the lateness of night. Beth of course wasn't heading anywhere but her local 24-hour Dunkin' Donuts...
Naptime With Beth
by NYSquashee
by NYSquashee
The snap to reality was sudden and incredibly shocking. John had just finished a long shift working as a junior superintendent at the apartment building his uncle got him a job at, and decided to take a small nap in one of the laundry rooms located in the lower level of the building. He was only 22 years old, and this was his first "professional" job, so he was putting all he could into it. The effect of all that determination, however, was pushing him to the brink of exhaustion. It wasn't the first time he had finished a shift and caught some beauty sleep on the waiting benches in the laundry room, but it would certainly be his last.
Snapping out of his dreams, John opened his eyes to complete and total darkness. His mouth felt compressed shut, and he couldn't even bring himself to scream for help. The sensation was that of being buried under hundreds of soft beanbags. His chest and stomach were crushed, his small-frame body fighting to keep from turning to jelly between the immense force which was squashing him and the hard plastic chairs which he was laid out on top of. John's mind reeled, trying to comprehend what was happening. Was he still dreaming? Was this sensation of being flattened alive just some twisted nightmare he was having, brought on by the pressures of work? What was happening to him...
Feeling restless and bored, the last three days off of work growing into a feeling of stir crazy, Beth decided to do some late night laundry. She waddled her 477-pound body into the bathroom, and began sorting her clothing. Haven't gone to work in the last few days, so most of it was just her comfort wear. Pajama bottoms and tops, huge pairs of panties and bras-which were quickly losing the battle to Beth's growing body-and a few pairs of sweatpants and shirts. Her bag made up, a quick check of her fine SSBBW body in the mirror - even just going to the laundry room Beth wanted to make sure she looked sexy, as sexy as she felt when putting her goddess like body in motion - each roll and fold of fat moving in perfect rhythm with the other.
She was wearing a black tank-top which showed off her huge arms, and beautifully large breasts along with her massive and hanging belly, which hung over the waistband of her grey skin-tight sweatpants. Her impossibly rotund thighs and ass pushing the fabric to its seams, just daring another pound to push the tidal-wave of fat over the edge, causing Beth to burst right through the pants.
Beth took the fairly long ride down in the elevator to the basement of the building, and made her way to the laundry room. Her breasts and belly bounced and jiggled as she stopped herself short, discovering that the cute young thing, who was learning to take over from the current Superintendent, napping away in his uniform, stretched across three of the attached chairs in the center of the room. Beth's mind worked fast, her instinct taking over, and she reached behind the door of the laundry room and grabbed the "Out of Order" sign which so often hung outside. Beth then hung it on the center of the door to the room, closing it behind her. She knew that not too many people would be bothering to come down here so late at night, but was not taking any chances.
Beth moved slowly, careful not to wake up the young thin man till she was good and ready, setting her laundry up and running in one of the machines directly in front of the chairs John was laid out on. Done with that chore, Beth waddled over to him, her eyes bright with lust, her skin tingling. He really was a cute little thing. A perfect cushion for her huge body as she waited for her wash to finish. Beth turned on her heels, positioning her four foot wide butt over him, taking one last glance at his sleeping face, then lowered her almost quarter ton of fat onto him.
Through her plentiful fat she felt the young man snap awake in shock, and felt his body begin to buckle and tremble under her, each motion of his squirming giving her goosebumps across her body.
Beth just sat on John, doing her best to flatten the no-longer boy out into paper, her legs out-stretched before her to maximize the pressure he felt; watching her laundry make its journey around and around in the washing machine.
A grueling half hour later for John, and Beth's wash was finished. She knew she'd have to get the clothes in the dryer, but didn't want her newfound victim running out on her. So she did the only thing she could think of, and raised her wide body up, and shifted to the right a bit, John watching in a dumbfounded and exhausted state as the light came back to his eyes, only to be blotted out by Beth when she dropped her gigantic butt square on his face. His small cute features were now totally engulfed in the fat of Beth, and he quickly began to run out of air. Beth just sat happily on the young man, loving each and every one of his desperate attempts to get air out from under her butt. Beth knew it was hopeless for him, and soon so would he. After a couple of minutes, Beth noticed John's struggles fade and then stop. Being as experienced as she was, Beth was able to pinpoint just when her squash victims lost consciousness.
Beth raised her bulk up from the now out cold John, and turned to look at what her handiwork had done once again. Then she made use of her time and transfered her clothes from the washer to the dryer. As she was doing this she heard a soft "THUMP" from behind her. Beth turned, the sound scaring her a bit, and found the crumpled heap of the young man she had just recently flattened lying on the floor in front of the yellow chairs.
"My, my, look at you. I would have thought that smothering I gave you would have kept you out for hours. You're a strong little guy, aren't you?" Beth said to John.
John was trying to pull himself up, though his body was far too out of it to comply. Instead he could only raise his head and look at the amazingly huge woman, the weapon his body had felt the brunt of just moments earlier. John being only 5'7 and 120 pounds, had never felt so insignificant until now, looking up at this large wide woman. "She must be over four hundred pounds!" his mind raced. He found himself shocked that his own body was able to withstand such an onslaught of fat sitting on him.
Beth glared down at the twiggish boy, and walked over to where he lay. Beth found herself impressed with his stamina, impressed enough to know she'd have to take him to his limit. As Beth made her way closer to John, he began to try to scramble his legs into working again so he could get up and get away, but the best he could accomplish was bringing himself to his knees and slowly crawling towards the back of the laundry room. Beth laughed at his efforts, and when close enough raised one of her tree-trunk thick legs and brought her foot down on the lower point of his back. Beth applied just enough of her weight on his back with her foot, and it sent him crashing to the hard cold floor. His body let out a audible crack as Beth stepped fully onto his back, bring all of her weight onto his tiny frame, and stepping with her other foot right below his neck, centered between his shoulder blades.
John began to groan and gasp as all of Beth's weight trampled down upon his back. His ribs felt ready to burst under the pressure, along with the rest of his organs.
"You should know by know that I don't like it when my little seats try to escape. You're going to have to pay for that. Let's see, how many leaps from my close to 500-pound body onto you should be the right punishment...five? Ten? How about twenty?" Beth laughed as John's gasps and moans changed pitch from fear of her words.
"Let's get started right now, shall we?" Beth said, bending at the knees and propelling her body up into the air...
"THIRTEEN...FOURTEEN...FIFTEEN..." Beth counted off each hop she made on the poor superintendent-to-be who was under her feet. He had lost consciousness after the eight leap she made on his tiny chest, the incredible trampling being too much for his mind to comprehend. Beth, however, didn't notice his closed eyes or slip from reality, she was far too absorbed in her actions. The slap of her fat rolls which ran up and down the sides of her belly as she jumped up and down, the sound of her feet coming into contact with John's flattened form, his breathless gasps which continued with each leap.
Beth began to tire after the twentieth hop on poor John, and stopped to catch her breath.
"Wooo! Been a long time since I had a workout like that," Beth said. "You still breathing under there, little man?" Beth received no answer, and couldn't really look down to see his face as her huge dark belly was far too protruding. Beth grabbed her fat with both hands, loving the sensual feeling of her fingers sinking into her softness, and pulled her belly up and in as best as she could, so she could finally see John's beat red face. Finally she became aware of his passing out. Beth just stood on his tiny chest, her wide feet almost covering it completely, and took in his suffering. The veins in his head looked like they were ready to burst, his face completely red, no doubt from all of her leaps on him forcing the blood up and away from his midsection.
"Still breathing though, look at that. He is a tough little guy after all," Beth said to herself, finally stepping down off the young man. She walked over to the dryer which her clothes had finished in, and took them out, not bothering to fold them, feeling far too passionate about her new victim and her sudden desire to stuff her glorious body with food. She knew that she wanted to take young John with her when she went out shopping for sweets, but couldn't figure out how to get him to her car-even at this late hour-without somebody noticing.
That's when her brilliance came through, and she spotted one of the leftover shopping carts in the corner of the room. There were usually a few left around for the tenants to use to transport a big load of laundry. Beth wondered playfully how well they would work transporting the young John to her car. She giggled in delight at the idea of it. She dumped her clothing back into the dryer, figuring they would be safe enough there for a while, and waddled back over to where John was still laying on the floor. Beth bent at the waist, almost certain as she did that her elephantine backside would rip right through her sweats, the thought of it giving her pleasure, though the sweatpants held strong. Beth then got to work pulling the large laundry bag up and under John's legs, past his waist...chest, and soon after folding his legs in, he was completely wrapped in the laundry bag. Beth then dragged the poor boy to the laundry cart, and used her strong arms to lift the bag holding John up and in the carriage of the cart.
Soon Beth was ready and out the door of the laundry room, to anyone looking it would just appear that a very beautiful and fat woman was pushing her laundry to her car, the only oddity being the lateness of night. Beth of course wasn't heading anywhere but her local 24-hour Dunkin' Donuts...
