This choice: You fell through Stacy's thighs and onto her seat right as she slams back down. • Go Back...Chapter #5Pulverized by the Tower by: bobob1   To Stacy, the slight movement of her thighs parting by an inch or two was barely perceptible, mostly because of the immense anticipation she had towards the coming plummet down to earth. For you, and your miniscule size, the movement was significantly worse, and sealed your fate. What had started as a fun day with your younger sister was morphing into something much worse.
Stacy’s thighs, which double as your seat for the ride, moved to the side just enough for your tiny body to fall straight through between them. You desperately swiped at your sister’s smooth legs, but you were unable to stop yourself from falling. To make matters worse, Stacy had risen up a few inches out of her seat due to her momentum shift, so your miniature form was dumped right onto the open plastic, and you rolled into the middle of the seat.
You were barely able to turn around and scream before the car reached its highest point and dropped, careening down towards earth. Almost instantaneously, your sister was forced back down into her seat with a gleefully terrified scream. You were immediately crushed flat beneath your sister’s butt, your squishy body reduced to a flat sticker beneath her left butt cheek in the blink of an eye.
Your body was knocked back into a spread-eagle position, making it look like your tiny little body was giving you sister’s sizable ass cheek a big hug. Your face was pressed first into her warm posterior, the uncomfortableness of your situation further enhanced by a combination of the pain, pressure, and awkwardly close proximity with your own family member. Sadly, it was an all too familiar situation (though certainly not as familiar as your mother’s jiggly derriere).
Though the fall to earth only lasted less than thirty seconds, all of your sister’s weight bearing down at you with three times the normal force did an incredible number on your body. The pain was almost unbearable, and it felt like the pressure she was unintentionally exerting was crushing the soul out of your very body.
When the car finally touched gently down, and the restraints were released, your worst fear came to pass. You could only watch in mute horror as your sister stood up and walked out of your view. Her toned glutes had firmly adhered you to the hard plastic of the seat, looking like a tiny little sticker, and not a helplessly little guy.
Stacy remembered you as soon as she pushed open the exit gate, gasping loudly. Panicking, she began to rub her hands between her thighs and across her butt, desperately trying to feel for her one-inch tall older brother. She didn’t even want to consider the possibility you had been flung from the drop tower, and cursed herself for being such an inconsiderate sister.
As Stacy searched fruitlessly for your tiny body stuck to her own, the next wave of passengers were allowed to take their seats around the car. Catching their movement in her peripheral vision, Stacy whirled her head around to watch as three giggly college students all grabbed seats right beside each other. They were each dressed in skimpy bikinis, probably having walked over from the water park area.
Stacy adjusted her glasses and miraculously spotted your faint outline on the seat she had used earlier, and realized with horror that she must’ve crushed you under her butt and flattened you to the seat. Stacy’s horror only amplified as one of the college girls, a beautiful black-haired girl with a thick ass and wearing only a revealing G-string thong and matching top plopped down onto the seat, leaving you to vanish from sight beneath her meaty cheeks.
Letting out a startled shriek, Stacy rushed over to the drop tower operator, who proceeded to lower the restraints and lock the riders into their seats. The operator nearly had a heart attack as Stacy burst into the booth, a crazed look in her eyes.
“Please stop the ride! My brother is stuck to one of those seats!” Stacy exclaimed, wildly pointing at the car. Outside, the three college girls laughed and grinned, the black-haired girl completely oblivious to the tiny, squishy tutor sweltering beneath her hot flesh.
“Miss…what on earth are you talking about?” The operator gave Stacy a blank stare. “The passengers are already seated. You can retrieve your personal belongings after this ride.” She punched the flashing green button, and the car began to rise into the air, accompanied by excited cheers from the passengers. “Okay?”
Stacy could only stare in abject defeat as the car was lifted higher and higher into the air. She watched in stunned silence as her brother was whisked away, up higher and higher into the air, suffocating beneath the thick, creamy cheeks of the giggly college girl. It was all she could do to stop herself from having a panic attack, and she hardly noticed the confused stare she was getting from the tower operator.
Meanwhile, you were in a new level of hell as the car dropped and fell back to earth. Your own silent screams of torture were no match for the shrill, ear-piercing shriek from the black-haired beauty squeezing the life out of you with her bodacious booty. She was noticeably heavier than your sister, and exerted a significantly bigger amount of force and pain.
As the car roared down the tower, you began to notice another troubling side-effect. The girl’s bare flesh was pressing down on you, courtesy of most of her ass being uncovered by her ludicrously skimpy thong bikini. As such, you were subjected to the full onslaught of her sweaty, sticky, hot butt cheek grinding down on you without mercy, and you began to feel a familiar adhering sensation.
The ride finally ended, and the operator lifted the restraints. Your sister bounded over to the car immediately, and your curvy captor gave her a weird look before standing up, sharing a laugh with her two friends. The college girls sauntered off, and Stacy gave the black-haired girl a quick glance, noticing her large, luscious ass.
Your sister turned back to the plastic seat, and noticed that…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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