"Squirming, son? That all you got?" Dad asks you before he asks the others to join him. "Hey guys, this chair is real comfy, you all should try it too."
As you lay there in fear of what was just said, pinned under your father's sweaty ass, you are unable to see the other men getting up, and getting ready to pounce on you.
The first to jump on you is Dan, and he lands right on your stomach winding you. "Wow, this is super comfy, but it feels kinda deflated." Dan remarks.
Luckily your oh so caring Father has the perfect solution. He releases a loud 13 second fart, filling your emptied lungs with a horrid skunky odor. "How is that?" He asks Dan.
"Much better." He mentions as he grinds is ass into your stomach.
Following Dan was Hoss, who jumps and lands on your chest. "Its almost like he molded his body to suit me." Hoss states ecstatically.
You swear it feels like your ribs might have caved in a little, and your lung capacity has been significantly diminished. You will need to take in more breaths more often for the foreseeable future.
With no chance to brace yourself, Bill jumps and smashes his ass against your crotch, sending immense pain caused by almost destroying your balls. You start crying in pain, much to Bill's annoyance. "I don't see the big deal, he is whining too much." Your dad shuts you up quick with four 10 second farts back to back, you inhaling it all and your eyes watering from both the pain and stench.
You then realize, that with Bill, Dan, Hoss, and your dad covering the majority of your body, Big John, the heaviest guy here, has nowhere to jump on you. You sigh in relief, only for your dad to shoot up a quick five second fart to keep your lungs filled. "Anyway Big John, I saved the best seat in the house for the man with the biggest seat in the house." Your dad says as he gets up with a wet squelch, your face covered in ass sweat, but just as you take in a breathe of somewhat fresh air, that is until a shadow looms over your face, and suddenly the impact of twin orbs slams your face into the ground, as Big John lands on you. Your nose that lost feeling feels like it may have broken, but regardless of your pain, Big John continues to grind his ass down, so your nose is only a thin piece of fabric away from his sphincter.
"This really is the best seat." Big John says. Now with the four men crushing you with their asses, they decide to...
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