This choice: You're firmly plastered to Stacy's seat, and she is unable to peel you off! • Go Back...Chapter #5Pounded by Stacy by: bobob1   Stacy cried out in wordless distress as she looked down and saw your squished body reduced to a two-dimensional sticker on the seat of the roller coaster, having clearly been steamrolled beneath the large rear of her oblivious seat-mate. Not wanting to leave you stuck a moment longer she reached down to scrape you off, but her nails failed to find purchase as they simply scratched across your body, leaving red marks in their wake but doing nothing to remove you from the hard plastic. Try as she might the brunette just could not feel your outline, and she quickly started to sink into despair as her actions became more desperate, starting to bring her second hand around.
Confused, Rina went to lean over to see what was happening, but before she could get a look the voice of the attendant boomed out again, this time sounded significantly more peeved and clearly directed specifically at your sister. “Ma’am please sit down. You’re holding everyone up.” A short paused followed and Rina went to speak again before the megaphone barked once more. “Sit down now or you will be ejected from the ride and the park for disrupting operations!” Wincing, Rina pulled herself back fully into her seat, not wanting to get in trouble as well for the sake of a stranger.
Not knowing what to do, and almost hyperventilating at the thought of being forced to leave you behind, Stacy reluctantly turned and lowered herself into the seat with excruciating slowness, muttering apologies under her breath the whole way. While she knew you’d been crushed beneath butts before, particularly your mother’s, she hated the idea of sitting on you on purpose, and the moment her butt touched the seat and you she shuddered in revulsion at what she was doing. There was no chance for second guessing though as the attendant strode up and forcefully pulled down Stacy’s harness with an annoyed glare, wordlessly doing up the belt and moving to the next seat.
Seeing the obvious distress on your sister’s face, and wrongfully assuming it was fear of being on the coaster itself, Rina reached over and took her new companion’s hand, adopting a soft smile that was reflected in her kind blue eyes, while nervously running her other hand through her shoulder-length blonde hair, trying not to overstep. “Hey. Don’t worry okay. I know these rides can be scary sometimes but I’ll be right here beside you, yeah. You’re going to be just fine.” The kind girl gave what she hoped was a comforting squeeze, never realising the true source of Stacy’s still-rising distress. Any response the brunette might have given was lost as a loud buzz rang out, and the launch coaster surged forward, shooting along the tracks as it accelerated up the opening slope.
From your perspective the brutal crushing you had received under Rina’s massive booty had been quickly replaced with the only slightly smaller butt of your younger sibling. That said, from what little you’d seen you could tell that she hadn’t wanted to do it, and the distress on her face had been clear, so you silently forgave her, feeling that she had made the right choice over leaving you behind. Those thoughts were little comfort however, as the ride commenced, and the pressure skyrocketed as Stacy was pushed back into the seat, subjected you to a force like nothing you’d ever felt before. Both you and your sister cried out for very different reasons to everyone else as the ride climbed.
There was a small moment of relief as the coaster slowed at the first peak, the first few cars hanging over the gap and allowing Stacy to desperately pull herself up against the harness in an attempt to help you, even though both of you knew it was pointless. Seeing only the tears of her seat-mate, and still oblivious to their cause, Rina gave the hand she still held a tight squeeze, attempting to give words of comfort, only to have them ripped from her lungs as gravity took hold and the coaster plummeted, rocketing towards the ground before pulling up sharply for the next rise. Despite Stacy’s very best attempts to brace herself there was nothing she could do as she was slammed down into the seat, pounding you to paste beneath her buttocks and smearing you more as she slid back.
With every curve the tremendous g-forces ground you against your sister’s own curves, shifting her weight from side to side and pulverising you beneath both cheeks as they slid across you. By the time the second period of weightlessness came you lifted into the air together with Stacy, temporarily ironed to her butt and given a brief moment of freedom from the seat before being slammed down once more. What followed was the longest minute of your life as you alternated between being stuck to the seat and Stacy, and suffered through every second of the ride.
By the time the coaster finally pulled into the disembarkation platform you were so delirious with pain that you could barely even tell it had ended, your mind still screaming even though your lungs had long since lost that capacity. Stacy meanwhile was in full-on tears, frantically pushing at the harness to escape as soon as possible, while blubbering incoherent apologies at the thought of what she had done. The attendant gave her a blank stare as she watched the display, evidently torn between complaining at the disruption and saying something to assuage any responsibility she held for the events. In the end she said nothing and just hit the button to release the restraints.
It took less than a second for Stacy to force off the harness and go to stand, but much to her distress her rear had barely cleared the seat before it was forced back down again as Rina suddenly threw her arms around the traumatised girl in a misguided attempt at comfort. Placing a hand on the brunette’s head, the blonde pulled your sister’s face against her generous chest, while unknowingly forcing some of her own weight down on the two of you and crushing you even further. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. It’s all over now. There’s nothing to be scared or ashamed of anymore, okay.”
Still unable to properly put her distress into words, Stacy eventually managed to struggle free enough to stand, helped along slightly by an insistent glare from the attendant, now directed at the good-natured but interfering Rina. While her new friend kept her arms around her, Stacy was at least able to turn to face the seat, struggling to see through her tears as she searched for your body.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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