Your form quickly became contorted and mangled as Heather's colossal cheeks collided with the bus seat. Your limbs were bent and twisted in cruel and unnatural ways as an unimaginable pressure forced your body flat. Your knees buckled and broke, your legs went numb, and your whole being ached underneath the weight of Heather's titanic ass.
"Whoops! Did I just sit on something?" Heather teased. "I can feel something wiggling under my ass." Heather shifted her butt, grinding her rear against you and the seat, further distorting your already broken body. "Oh no! I think I sat on that bug boy." Heather got up and patted her bottom, making sure that nothing was stuck to her pants. She then bent down and examined the place she was sitting, looking for any red stains or tiny smashed bodies. She soon spotted you and brushed you off the seat and into her hand. You were lifted up to her face as she looked your injured little speck of a body over. "Wow you don't look so good. Did my big bad booty bruise you that badly?"
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