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Chapter #4
See if you can survive under my butt
by: Unknown
"Let's see if you can survive under my butt" Veruca giggled. leaving you looking more than a little terrified. Normally you wouldn't have minded if Veruca had sat on your lap for example whilst you were at your regular size but in your shrunken form you are sure you are not going to come out of this unharmed.
"No... wait... please...."
"Mistress!" Violet reminded you, sharply.
"Mistress, please don't do this."
"Shut up, I'll sit on you if I want to, and right now I really want to sit on you."
She lifts off the table and lowers you down onto her chair, placing you roughly in the middle of the seat she then picks up some tape and in a few seconds she has secured you firmly in place.
Smiling broadly, feeling sure she is going to love what she is about to do to you, she now stands in front of the chair, her back towards you. You see the young girl dressed in the same red mink coat and white tights that she was wearing at the factory. You can see all the way up to her butt at the junction of her inner thighs and feel sure you are about to be spending some time under it, under her.
Above you, Veruca bent her legs and sat down, as she descended her mink coat covers you and then her backside comes into contact with your body and bears down upon you. Her red outfit has formed a kind-of tent which completely surrounds you and blocks out all light, leaving you in utter darkness.
Her presence upon you as she sits is total, and more firm than you could ever have imagined. Your different sizes makes you feel like you are trapped under a female mountain with no hope of escape. You can feel nothing but the girl who is now sat comfortably (at least from her perspective) upon you and has relaxed, relishing both the moment and the experenence.
Now she was siting on you, Veruca did not move. She had never had the opportunity to crush a boy before but now that time had come, and she was determined to make it count. She recalled every time her parents had said 'no' to her, and how angry that had made her. She recalled that Wonka had not allowed her to have one of thos silly little Oompa Loompas, that boat of his, whatever she had wanted she was told she could not have it, but this boy could not deny her for he was trapped under her butt, being used as her seat and she allowed all her remembered irritations, her frustration translate into the force she applied to you as she continued to sit on you.
She remained like that some time, allowing you to experience not only her full weight but also all the annoyances, all the frustrations of her life If you could survive all of that then you must surely be the strongest shrunken boy who ever lived.
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