Chapter #6Feli-Sit-y's Seat by: Unknown "I've got to get back to work." Felicity said, no longer caring about Roy's opinion on the situation. She stood up, now towering over him. He didn't appreciate just how big she was until she stood to her full height and looked down at him, her face visible over the mountains of her breasts. While Roy was marveling at her massive scale, he didn't even notice her hand rushing towards him until he felt it strike him. He was lifted off the table by the impact, spinning and flailing as he flew helplessly through the air. He saw the edge of the table sail past him and worried he was now going to fall all the way down to the floor. He hoped the Mirakuru in his system was enough to keep him from going splat against the hard tile floor. Instead of hitting the ground though, he found himself landing on a soft leather cushion. As Roy returned to his feet, he realized he was standing not on the floor, but on Felicity's computer chair.
"Felicity! What are you doing?" Roy asked, watching the giant woman walk in front of the chair, her heels clicking ominously with each step.
"I'm teaching you a lesson." Felicity replied. "You'll be staying somewhere where you can't hurt anyone, including yourself. And you will have plenty of time to think about ways to deal with your new anger issues. And if this doesn't work, I'm sure I can think of far worse punishments." Felicity punctuated her sentence with a turn, leaving her enormous butt hanging above the shrunken boy on the seat. Her tight dress clung to her ass, outlining its contours in exquisite detail. At his tiny size, Roy could still see it vibrating as it settled from her turn, like a plate of jello that had been prodded with a spoon.
This was more than enough for Roy to get the idea. "No, Felicity, don't sit do-" Roy yelled, only to be cut off by an avalanche of the tech wiz's booty. The wall of dress covered flesh steamrolled over him effortlessly, pushing him onto his back as it settled in on top of him. As she sank deeper into her seat, it continued to come down, pushing down harder and harder on him as her cheek came down on all sides of him, creating a starfish shaped indent on her cheek where Roy was practically buried in it.
"Ahhh... Nice and comfy." Felicity teased as she felt her butt sink into her seat, her soft and fleshy right butt cheek effortlessly molding around the shrunken Roy. She could feel him squirming and fighting against it, but he was no match for even one of her tremendous cheeks. It felt good to put Roy in his place. She had liked him well enough, but the way he acted after the Mirakuru filled her with anger. This new Roy was no hero, he was a danger to everyone around him, innocent or not. He needed to be shown his place, and her butt was just the tool for the job. Either he'd shape up and learn his lesson, or she would be doing a lot of babysitting during her nights in the bunker. If his squirming under her continued to feel as good as it did, she wasn't really sure what outcome she was hoping for. "How do you like it down there Roy? Think my ass is big enough to teach you a lesson or two?"
She wanted to savor the feeling a bit, but right on cue, Oliver's voice burst into the bunker. "Felicity, I'm going to need some help here."
Springing into action, Felicity pushed off the floor with her feet, sending her wheely chair rolling up to her desk, now alert and ignoring her new seat cushion. "What's up Oliver?"
"The three Vertigo dealers are fleeing on motorcycles. Any ideas on how to catch up with them?" Oliver asked from his own, slower motorcycle. He was hot on their tail, but the gap was widening.
"Ah yes, no problem at all." Felicity said after a quick survey of the map on her screen. "They're headed right for the Star City bridge, I'll raise it just before they get there, and they'll be trapped."
They weren't the only ones Felicity had trapped tonight. And her first prisoner almost wished he had Oliver coming after him in a bike chase as opposed to Felicity's butt coming down on him with every ounce of her weight. While he had little to be grateful about, Roy was at least glad Felicity was no longer wheeling around. Her feet left the ground when she slid across the floor, focusing all her weight back onto her tremendous buttocks. Felicity was not an athletic girl, and her butt certainly demonstrated this. It was the softest thing Roy had ever come into contact with, but also completely impossible to fight. The doughy cheeks absorbed every blow or push he made against them, refusing to allow him any control whatsoever. As he futilely punched at the unimpressed wall of booty, he began to get angry. He hated being shrunken, he hated being trapped, and he hated being embarrassed to the point where he was being treated as little more than a seat cushion for the IT girl.
"Mmmm... That feels nice..." Felicity purred, loving the spot Roy was currently hitting on her hindquarters.
"Felicity, is everything alright there?" Oliver asked, breaking Felicity out of her trance as she focused on her tiny ward turned masseuse.
"Yes sorry Oliver." Felicity stammered, not wanting to explain. "Just one more second..." Felicity said, punching in some last minute keystrokes. "And... Up!"
Felicity saw the little red dots that represented the thugs on her radar slow to a stop, realizing they had nowhere to go. They were trapped at Oliver's mercy. And they weren't the only ones. With a satisfied grin, she slid her butt to the side, rolling Roy from his position under her cheek to right under her crack. She gave her cheeks a squeeze around him, asserting her complete and total power over her prisoner.
This was not a small action for Roy. He was used to Felicity moving around on top of him, but this was a big movement, even for this gigantic ass. Rather than move back and forth, Felicity's cheek continuously slid to the right, dragging across his body until he was rolling over and over, like a log rolling downhill. He came to a stop on his back once more, just in time to see her ass settle back down on to him, one cheek on either side. This was actually much better than being pinned under a cheek, as much less of her weight was on him now. That is until she began to squeeze her cheeks together. The dress clad cheeks moved in on him from either side, determined to meet each other regardless of Roy's intentions. Even with his Mirakuru strength, he posed no obstacle to them. They easily overwhelmed any resistance and slammed together tightly, pinning him between them.
Felicity had no concept of what it must be like for Roy as she squeezed him between her cheeks. She imagined it might be something like a very tight hug. She knew it was a punishment, but she had no concept of just how strong her clenching cheeks could be. If she had fully appreciated it, it only would have made her grin wider. She loved being in control for once. She sometimes felt like she wasn't useful enough, sitting in the bunker and waiting for Oliver to need her. But now she was tackling a problem all on her own, one Oliver was not equipped to deal with. And all it took her was a clench of her ass cheeks. As she watched the red dots getting picked off on the screen, taken out one by one by Oliver's arrows, she fought her own battle. With every dot that disappeared, she gave her cheeks another powerful clench, squeezing her prisoner as tightly as she could. She only wished she could feel him directly against her skin.
They were not hugs for Roy. Every squeeze felt like an attempt to push his organs out through his mouth like squeezing toothpaste out of a tube. If it wasn't for the Mirakuru, he was sure that he'd been a red splotch on her dress. He was seriously considering rolling back under her butt cheek next time she adjusted herself if only to ensure that he was only at the mercy of one of her ass cheeks at a time.
"Thanks Felicity. I'm all done here. Did you handle the Roy situation?" Oliver radioed.
"Don't worry Oliver, I've got Roy covered. I thought he might be a pain in the ass, but he actually has been great." Felicity said, nearly giggling at her double entendre. No one but her knew Roy was "covered" by her enormous booty.
"Alright, I'm going to head home then. See you tomorrow." Oliver said, and the radio went silent, leaving Felicity and Roy alone in the bunker. It was getting late, and she should probably head home as well, but she had to figure out what to do with Roy. It's not like she could wheel this chair home with him pinned under her butt the whole way, much as she may have liked to. With a sigh, she accepted that she'd have to get up and slowly rose to her feet.
"Alright my little cushion, it's time for me to go home." Felicity said, chuckling at the sight of the tiny boy gasping for breath in the crater-like indent left by her ass on the seat. "The only question is, where should I keep you?"
1. Felicity decides she ready misses her little Roy butt massages, and decides to stuff him between her butt cheeks as she heads home.
2. Felicity thinks that Roy needs to practice losing to an opponent he cannot defeat, so she lets him wrestle her tongue while she drives home.
3. Felicity traps Roy in one of the equipment cases with Sara's Black Canary costume. The only problem is when she shows up and slips into her costume unaware of her tiny guest.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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