“Great! Now today we’re going to be protesting in the form of a sit in! It's been used for tons of stuff like when Michael Jordan King Jr. ended racism back in the 60s!" Chelsea shouted out her outrageously wrong example to the crowd of guys below her but the message seemed to have inspired everyone nonetheless. You took a moment to scan the fellow inch-tall men around you and noticed that the majority of them were visibly staring at her outrageous ass and breasts, more than likely not listening to a word she was saying. Laughing slightly to yourself you decided to stay quiet rather than point out her mistake in front of everyone.
"Now sit-ins are peaceful protests so I want to make it clear that nobody should get hurt! We'll just sit and wait until someone inside the building comes out and gives us the recognition we deserve!" Chelsea finished her rallying speech before another round of tiny voices agreed with her. She flashed a proud smile, truly believing that she was inspiring this much activism in the group of guys beneath her. "Alright! Let's get started then!" Chelsea said confidently.
Now far beneath her, you and the guys who were actually listening to the words she was saying expected you all to move somewhere before starting the protest. But a second passed and you didn't see her skyscraper-like legs moved, instead you all felt yourselves eclipsed by a sky-blocking shadow. Immediately you panned your eyes upward to see Chelsea's enormous, gray leggings-covered ass plummeting down towards you. Not a single guy had time to react as her meaty cheeks dropped rather ungraciously onto the hard sidewalk below. With an audible clap she squashed everyone that showed up to support her very own rally, a rally that was intended to be for their well being.
Chelsea's warm skin radiated through her thin leggings, contrasting the cold of the concrete sidewalk beneath you. You groaned mentally as you were incapable of any movement physically, cursing yourself for not seeing this ditsy event coming. Chelsea bounced unconsciously as her jiggly flesh came to a rest from the sudden movement. You prayed that she would notice her incredibly stupid blunder immediately and hop up to save the crowd of guys beneath her, but as a minute past that hope soon died.
Unbeknownst to you or any of your brethren who had also been squished flat by Chelsea's buns, mere moments after taking a seat she received a text and pulled her phone out of her bra to check it. Distracted for no more than a few seconds, Chelsea then opened up a few social media apps by force of habit, getting sucked into some posts by her friends and taking the time to comment on each one. Soon enough, the girl who was so gung-ho about this entire protest in the first place wasn't paying a lick of attention to it. Nearly 30 minutes of this thoughtless scrolling passes by for her before finally she stirs and you feel your crushing prison shift slightly.
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