Chapter #4Kimberly Gets More Comfortable with You by: Unknown "Why don't you have a seat at my desk?" Kimberly sauntered past you, pulling out her swiveling desk chair by grabbing it from the top, gesturing with her hand for you to get on. You grimaced as you hopped on, feeling the rough plastic underneath the seemingly absent stuffing harshly press back against you. "See the problem?" Kimberly asked bluntly, her massive chest hanging just over your head as she peered down at you. You nodded meekly, anything but enthusiastic about where this seemed to be going. "You want me to b-buy you a new chair?" you feebly muttered out only eliciting a disregarding eye roll from Kimberly.
"Years of being the family computer chair have really flattened out any comfort it used to provide..." Kimberly mused. Looking down at the surface of the chair, it really did seem like it had seen some rough days. The chair was lined in some kind of faux tan leather, which you mentally took note had a striking match with your own complexion, that had minor rips and scuffs sprawled over it. Not to mention a deep, unmissable imprint where the Small family girls had been sitting over the years. "To be a good husband, you're going to need to be able to comfort my daughter through thick and thin. Is someone of your stature really capable of doing that for my little girl?"
You felt a nervous bead of sweat roll down your forehead. You stammered out, "Well y-yes, but what did you really have in mind?". Kimberly simply explained, "I have some reports that I need to finish within the next couple hours." she leaned in close to your face to finish her request, her hot breath suffocating you as she concluded, "Do you think I could...sit in your lap while I finish them? You know, to see if you're a good fit for my daughter."
Nervously laughing, you tried to play off Kimberly's request as some kind of funny joke, "Very funny, Ms. Smalls! You really had me going...heh...heh" Kimberly's smile changed to a stern glare as she raised her tone looking down at you, "You did say you wanted to help, didn't you Jake? Backing out now really is a sign you lack any integrity!" Kim huffed, turning up her nose at you, making your heart sink as you felt your chance to prove yourself slipping away. Trying your best to act compliant, you faked a smile and said, "Oh, you were serious? In that case, I'm more than happy to do anything to make you or your daughter's a bit more comfortable!"
Not needing to hear 'yes' twice, Kimberly walked in front of the chair, letting out a nonchalant "Thanks, Jake" before lifting her sundress up preparing to sit. Your vision was blocked out by the sight of her massive curvy ass as her shadow overtook you, only giving you a second to see her practically painted on tan panties before they met with your body, rolling over you painfully. You peered up along her back, seeing her long brown hair draped over her shoulders as she swung her head to look back at you. "Comfortable?" Kimberly asked mockingly testing what she could get away with doing to you. Your head still poking out from her crack, you managed to squeeze out, "Feeling...great!" from your crushed lungs before she turned her gaze away to her computer. Truthfully, you might be able to make it through this so long as Kimberly didn't antagonize you any further.
"I'm happy to hear that; In that case, I'll get started." Kimberly grabbed the base of the seat in her hand, scooting in forward as she settled in properly to begin her work. With that simple movement, her monolithic butt steam rolled over you, finally claiming your head which immediately flattened under the considerable mass. Shimmying her hips back and forth atop you, Kimberly mumbled out pleasurably, "Not bad...at the very least it's a decent improvement," before she began typing away on the family desktop.
Kimberly's tiny act of getting comfy proved to be hell for you, as you were smeared left and right across the butt pad of the desk chair. You cursed silently for jinxing yourself before you were hit with the realization you had been slathered into an unrecognizable glob of tan goop under this giantess's impressive booty. You let out a whimper, realizing you had passed up on cuddling with your gorgeous, kind-hearted fiancée, to serve as a seat cushion for her uncaring, ungrateful mother. This whimper seemed to bother Kimberly who raised and lowered her rear forcefully down onto your face before barking out, "Please don't interrupt me while I'm working, Jake. These are very important documents I'm handling."
You realized any attempts to get out of this from now on would only be met with more painful crushing, and resigned yourself to the service of Kimberly. She took notice of your silence and grinded atop you playfully before saying, "That's much better; keep this type of behavior up during your stay and I'm sure you'll make a useful--I mean, a fine addition to the family!" Laughing at her minor Freudian slip, Kimberly clacked away on her keyboard, paying no more mind to her butt toy.
You thought the pain of being flattened beneath a titanic booty was the worst, but breathing quickly became another problem. Feeling your face completely pressed against Kimberly's backside, you were only able to take shallow breaths filtered against her panties in order to prevent from suffocating. Imagine breathing through a pillow, and that was pretty close. The grime that coated the family chair didn't help either, probably having absorbed gallons of the Small's sweat whenever they used the computer. You tried to imagine the smell was coming from your goddess, Cassie, but that only brought back sad memories of her accidentally crushing you before apologizing profusely.
Just as you thought you had a suitable breathing pattern going, Kimberly's body flung you a curveball about an hour in as her skin became slick with sweat, super heated against the hot leather. Feeling her thighs beginning to stick to the faux leather, Kimberly stood up, wincing at the feeling of her flesh peeling away from the chair. Sticking her tongue out at the gross feeling, Kimberly peered back at you, seeing your squashed body only taking up the very center of the cushion, where her crack had been. Crudely grabbing you up in her grip, Kimberly began stretching you out into a wider rectangle before draping you over the seat.
Feeling a sliver of your mouth operable, you groaned out, "Umm, Miss Smalls? Do you think I could take some kind of break?" Squatting down, Kimberly hovered her face right over you dauntingly before booming out, "A break? Don't tell me you want to quit when we're already half way done?! What are you some kind of lowlife quitter? And to think I was just beginning to come around to you..." Kimberly crossed her arms disapprovingly before turning her back to you, only allowing you to look up at her rear from below her dress. Figuring you had come this far already, and not wanting to let all this effort go to waste, you doubled down saying, "Who me? I was just joking! I'm happy to handle whatever you can dish out; it's nothing for a superman like me!"
Grinning as her trap had worked, Kimberly didn't even address your boast as she plopped back down into the chair below. Her wide hips easily coated the whole chair, and you, in her jiggly flesh, even having a small curve of it spill over. Enjoying your smooth body coating her thighs and butt instead of sticky leather, Kimberly couldn't help but think, 'God I probably should've done this from the start...' as she slid back into place over you. Unfortunately, this new widened form meant you had to dutifully absorb every droplet of sweat that ran down Kimberly's thighs and back before splashing onto you. Kimberly took note of this, savoring feeling how her panties stayed drier than they normally became while she sat for hours in her office. Being stretched so wide also had another unintended side effect, pulling your mouth wide open. This gave a whole new degree of...interactivity with your role, as you now had the misfortune of tasting the bottom's of Kimberly's thighs, ass, and panties. You wanted to cry out for mercy, but remembered that would only be met with a rough grinding of her ass onto you, and you restrained yourself, not wanting to experience that sensation with your mouth.
You thought an eternity had passed, and honestly Kimberly was finally finishing up with her reports, only for her to feel a deep pressure brewing in her gut. Seeing this as just another casual opportunity to test your devotion to her, Kimberly allowed herself to blow one out onto you. Practically shaking the chair and certainly causing some jiggles to ripple through her behind; you took the impact full force. Gagging against the harsh smell, you couldn't help but tremble underneath Kimberly as you gasped for any kind of fresh air. Still typing, Kimberly merely shouted down, "I thought I said stay quiet!" before she accidentally let loose on you again. Feeling a minor tickle of regret, Kimberly considered getting up. That was until she saw the clock and realized her deadline was fast approaching. Content with putting you out of her mind, Kimberly simply sighed as she picked up the pace.
Unfortunately the reports ended up taking twice your original promised time to complete, something Kimberly had suspected from the start. You lay a squishy mess beneath Kimberly as she hit send before tossing her hands behind her head in satisfaction. "Well that's a wrap, Jake. Good job today, I look forward to working with you again real soon!" You lay motionless beneath her, completely conditioned to stay silent under her plump buns as she raised an eyebrow thinking, 'What is he, asleep? Or maybe the poor guy passed out...' Snickering and feeling her guilty pleasure overwhelm her remorse, Kimberly finally arose before walking out of the computer room, swaying her hips sensually as she left, flicking the light off.
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