(Submitted by an anonymous author)
Once the plane was at cruising altitude, Danielle's fellow passengers became caught up in their distractions. Some played on their phones, some worked away on their laptops, and some buried their head in a book. Only two passengers did not avail themselves of such frivolous distractions, and they were Danielle and her tiny butt buddy Tony. Each of them was far too caught up in the other to focus on anything else.
For your part, it was impossible for you to focus your attention on anything else. Your face was buried in the tan cheek of the goddess sized girl sitting on top of you, leaving you no options other than observing the booty flesh surrounding you. Her weight bore down on you relentlessly, ass fat cascading down around on all sides, wrapping your body on all sides with coed booty. Worse than the crushing weight was the limited air supply. The pressure on your chest severely limited how much your lungs could inflate. The way her flesh molded around you created a vacuum like seal around your body, barely letting in any air. Opening your mouth for more air didn't help either. As soon as space became available, Danielle's butt tried to fill it, and that included your mouth. Every minute you spent both concious and unsquished struck you as a small miracle, though you were not honestly sure whether to pray for a quick death or for an escape from the bratty girl who had found you. Con
sidering the first person who found you tiny thought you'd work well as a seat cushion, you no longer knew what to expect from the giant world around you, other than pain.
On the other hand, Danielle was loving every minute of her new butt cushion. Not only was he more comfortable than the lumpy plane cushion, but his tiny squirms under her ass made the seat feel more like a massage chair, kneading her giant right glute. The only thing that could have made things better would have been to have a second tiny for the other cheek. Danielle wasn't going to complain though. She was already lucky enough to find the world's first tiny person. She wouldn't count on finding the second. Satisfied, she just sat back and enjoyed the squirms, loving every minute. She finally understood what people meant when they said that the best part of travelling was the journey, not the destination. She couldn't imagine that she'd find anything in Miami that would top her own personal tiny toy.
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After a while, Danielle felt Tony's squirms and struggles begin to weaken as he grew exhausted from fighting back against the overbearing girl's weight. She considered trying to get him moving again, but decided not to be too greedy. After all, he belonged to her now. She decided she ought to take a short nap while she had the down time, as she had a feeling her new toy would keep her up late tonight. Before settling down for slumber, she thought it best that she make things a little easier on Tony. After all, she didn't want him to suffocate under her ass before she really had a chance to play with him.
The monotonous pressure on your tiny body suddenly lifted, and you prayed that the cruel girl who now owned you was ready to let you go. The massive cheek lifted only an inch off the seat, her tight bottoms lifting you with it. You suddenly felt her gigantic fingers pressing against your back through the white fabric, inspecting your tiny body with her probing digits. Then without warning they bounced, attacking you from the side. They slid along her cheek, pressed firmly against it, trying to get under you like a spatula sliding under a patty. It took a few pokes, but she finally succeeded, flipping you over within her bottoms so that your back was now against her flesh. Her finger tapped against your face to confirm that you had in fact been flipped, then quickly retreated, just in time for her massive butt to come plummeting back down onto you. Things were not as bad this time though. While the seat was less soft then Danielle's rear, it was also less malleable. You could
open your mouth to breathe without worrying about butt flesh trying to force its way inside. You'd nearly forgotten what breathing relatively freely felt like. Needless to say, you'd missed it.
Satisfied that her toy was safer now, Danielle leaned her chair back a bit and closed her eyes. She had no trouble falling asleep in her extra comfortable seat, and before long she was out cold, her dreams brimming with ideas about how to play with her newest toy once she got to Miami.
As Danielle leaned back, she finally placed her full weight on you for the first time. You hadn't even considered that the pressure bearing down on you earlier hadn't been all of it, but it was clear to you now that it was not. You could almost hear your bones straining under the Italian girl's weight, threatening to buckle under the pressure.
However, you didn't snap in two like you expected. Instead, you noticed that slowly but surely, you were flattening out. While it hurt an awful lot to be compressed in this way, it did not seem to be doing any permanent damage. Your skull didn't shatter, your organs weren't forced out of your body, and your bones didn't break. Somehow everything just kept compressing, slowly ceding ground to the gigantic butt as your body got flatter and flatter. You hoped she would notice her new "toy" disappearing beneath her, but all you received from above was the sound of her loud snoring as she slept soundly. Before long, you were little more than a sticker on the girl's broad backside, no longer able to move at all. You were left with nothing else to do but wait for the plane to land and Danielle to finally stand up.
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Danielle awoke with a yawn as the flight attendant have her a light tap on the shoulder. She couldn't believe that she'd managed to sleep for the whole ride. She politely thanked the flight attendant and allowed her to walk away before turning her attention to her butt toy. She didn't feel him beneath her at first, making her worry he'd been totally squished under her, or worse, that he'd escaped. As soon as she stood up to check though, she felt a tiny twitching against her cheek that let her know he was still alive and kicking. She didn't have time to play with him then though, as she was too caught up with getting her luggage and getting off the plane.
Finally, the constant and unrelenting pressure subsided as Danielle stood up. You hoped that this would allow your flattened body to reinflate, but you had no such luck. Her baithing suit clung so tightly to her ass that there was no room for him to unflatten. As far as her bikini was concerned, he might as well have been part of her skin.
From the time Danielle got off the plane, all she could think about was getting to see you again. She considered just heading into the airport bathroom, but decided against it. She wanted privacy for her and her little toy, and the only way she'd get that would be back in her room.
Walking was an unsual experience for you, embedded as you were in Danielle's cheek. As her hips swayed with each step, you moved with them, jiggling right along with her fatty cheek. This often resulted in your body being tugged and stretched as the top of her cheek began to move before the bottom.
Arriving at her hotel room, she noticed her friends had already been there, dropping there possessions on and around the various beds. All except for bed on the far side, which was reserved for her. She decided that even if it was her bed, she'd be willing to share it with her new little toy, so long as it meant she got to keep him pressed against her body. Too excited to unpack, she merely threw her stuff down on the bed and scurried into the bathroom, anxious to see what had happened to her toy. When she did, she couldn't help but be amused.
"Oh my God! You're like a little sticker on my butt!" Danielle laughed, jiggling her butt in the mirror to watch you move with her butt. As wave like ripples moved through her butt flesh, they passed right through you as well, making it seem like you were really part of her skin. She ran her hand over her cheek and across you, wanting to see how flat you were. "Maybe more like a tattoo than a sticker. You're really flattened on there good. Who knew that shrinking made you all moldable?" Danielle mused, mindlessly drumming her fingers on your position on her cheek as she did so. You wanted to scream up at her to get you off of her ass, but flattened as you were, you could barely get out a squeak. All you could do was watch your flattened form jiggle with her cheek in the mirror, wondering if you'd ever be free from the gargantuan butt cheek your body was embedded in.
"Alright I've decided." Danielle announced, clearly very pleased with herself. You didn't know she had been working on deciding anything, but it seemed like that it had something to do with you. She continued: "I'm gonna...."
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