Squall rubs his bare stomach while leaning back on the bed, giving you a stunning view of his firm butt. "I've been like this all morning, ever since that huge dinner last night. It only makes sense that I share some of it with you! You are my new room mate, after all!"
Although you feel disgusted by the proposal, you feel that if you comply to his demands he may return you to normal size. Squall probably isn't cruel enough to kill you off anyway, so you slowly nod your head in approval.
"Haha! I knew you'd want to sample a bit! Oomph... Here comes the meal!" Squall then stands up, and moves you to a nearby chair, cushioned enough to a point where you wouldn't implode upon impact with his butt. He then shoots you a wink as he lowers his huge, firm butt upon your body, making sure you land directly between his two colossal cheeks.
Soon enough, Squall's entire butt engulfs you, and it's virtually impossible to tell whether he was actually sitting on something or not. The pain rushing through your body felt excruciating, but none of your bones had been broken, and the oxygen level was barely adequate. But not for long. You hear an ominous grumble from above as Squall shifts his weight, placing all of his pressure on your body, causing you to gasp for air. Squall abuses this need for air, and blows a load of wet farts all over you.
Right away, the oxygen levels deplete. The taste of the new air is dreadful, having been contaminated by the deadly fumes of Squall's bowels. It's humidified, sweaty, and has a faint hint of feces, to which has not gone unnoticeable to you.
"Oh wow! I never knew my new room mate would be this comfortable! I might just want to keep you solely for the purpose of being my seat cushion! I'm sure you'd love that as much as me, right?" Squall doesn't wait for an answer, as he feels another barrage of flatulence building up in his bowels. "You ready for the main course, little guy? Hahaha!"
Squall teasingly bounces up and down on you lightly, as not to completely pop you, but put you in the most pain possible. He then hovers over you, and slowly descends his butt upon you once more, all the while releasing deadly fumes and burning your very eyes with the concentrated gasses.
With a final squash, you lie under Squall, awaiting your fate.
"Hahaha! You know little guy, I'm sure this would be much more fun if..."
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