You crashed into the leather padded dining room chair with a light THWAP. You groaned and tried to sit up, but you had tweaked your spine in the landing. You thanked god you were small; if you had fallen that far at normal size, you’d be dead. You rolled over on to your back and groaned again, stretching your sore arms out as your body slowly healed. “Flash, are you alright? Sorry about that, I’m not sure what happened there… technically a prototype, and this is the first time it’s really been tested, so there are still some, uh, glitches.”
You sat up, your back finally having reformed enough for you to move. “Well, I’m inside, and I’m alive. Give me a second to recover and-“ suddenly you heard footsteps approaching. You looked over just in time to see Miranda, topless and wearing nothing but tight and ripped jean short shorts, walking over. Your mouth fell open, as Gwen back recording and taking pictures, “Oh wow, good timing! Stay there, Flash, I gotta get more footage.” It took you a few seconds, but when you realized Miranda was coming closer, you scrambled to your feet, intending to get off of the seat she was clearly approaching. Gwen’s voice came over your headset, “Wait just a few more seconds, this angle is perfect! And stop moving, you’re making the pictures blurry.” and suddenly your joints locked up. You were stuck standing on the leather chair like a statue, as Miranda reached the table, and pulled the chair out just a bit. “Gwen, please! She’s going to sit down, I gotta jump!”
Gwen, between taking pictures and checking their quality on her control monitors, reassured you, “I’ll unfreeze you before she sits down, chill.” Miranda stepped in front of the chair and spun around, displaying her tight ass towards you. Each butt cheek was very firmly being hugged by her tight shorts, creating two huge round denim orbs above you. All of the small rips and tears in her shorts allowed some of her creamy flesh to spill through the tight fabric. Miranda began to fall back, but still your body refused to move. You pushed with all your might, but Gwen still had the suit set to freeze. Miranda’s large ass slammed into you, immediately pushing you over and burying you underneath its weight. The giant girl landed with one of the rips in her jeans, centered on her left butt cheek, right above your face. The suit un-froze, letting you struggle to move around, as your face was pushed right up against Miranda’s bare flesh, as the giant celebrity began to eat her late breakfast, totally unaware of the tiny man she was sitting on. Gwen heard you trying to speak underneath the overwhelming weight of Miranda’s ass, and apologized, “Oh shit. I had to wait for her to get close to see what brand of jeans those were, and I totally misjudged how long it would take for her to sit down. Haha, sorry Flash. The good news is that I got some sweet shots of those jeans she’s wearing, right before she, uh, sat on you. So that’s good!” You tried to respond back snarkily, but Miranda wiggled in her seat, grinding you against the leather chair some more. Gwen continued, “As soon as she gets up, follow her to her room, and see if you can figure out what she’s going to wear today.”
You were forced to wait before responding at all, as your face was buried under Miranda’s warm ass flesh. It was a good twenty minutes before the girl finally finished her meal and stood up. As Miranda stood up, you realized that your arms had gotten tangled in the loose threads of her ripped jean shorts. You rose up with the girl’s ass, as your body remained loosely held against her buttocks. Miranda, unaware of your presence, dropped her dishes off in the kitchen. Then she took her drink and a magazine in each hand before heading somewhere. Gwen, apparently thinking this was purposeful by you, spoke in your earpiece, “Okay perfect! Good thinking, grabbing on to her like that… just wait until she gets to her bedroom and then hop off.” You turned your head away from Miranda’s bouncing ass in order to respond, but Miranda spun around and shoved her ass backwards, without warning. You were slammed into something hard, cutting your discussion with Gwen short, as Miranda used her butt to push the door to her room open (since her hands were full). Miranda stepped into her large bedroom, and set her stuff down, and began changing.
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