“Well, are you going to just look at it all day, or are you going to tell the people what they chose?” Holly coaxed John, giving him a gentle squeeze to snap him back to reality. The little man in her fist shook his head, then spoke up. His voice was so soft and small that she barely heard it, but she knew the microphone she used would pick up even the faintest of sounds. If it worked for her ASMR sessions, it could surely detect John’s quiet words.
“The exercise ball,” John read, not sure how this was supposed to work for a cam show. He was curious what role he would play, was he supposed to balance on the ball while she stripped or something?
Holly grinned and stood up, then placed the camera in her hand on the ring light. It snapped into place with a gentle click, and she gave it a couple of quick adjustments before stepping back into the middle of the room. She rolled the ball into view, before bending over with her ass aimed at the camera. Her hand opened just above the ball, allowing John to roll onto the rounded rubber surface.
“Just hold on tight,” she whispered, “if you need to lay down to balance, that’s okay too.”
Turning back to the camera, making sure to swing her hips as she moved, Holly moved the second camera to point at the top of the exercise ball. She winked at the upper camera, then stepped back and began to squat down.
John stared up in terror. The sky above him was filled with the descending mass of Holly’s ass. He shouted at her to stop, but before he could manage anything more, he was smushed into the rubbery ground by the approaching butt. Everything was muffled, and John could feel the warmth of Holly’s body radiating around him, quickly warming the cool material of the ball. The pressure increased, and John began to worry that he was going to be crushed under her immense weight. Finally, Holly stopped sinking lower, and began to rise up. Her ass separated from the ball, rising up until she was standing straight once more.
Holly looked down over her shoulder at the tiny man below her. He seemed to be in good shape, though he was already flat on his back from being sat on once. She giggled softly, and began to lower once more. Focusing on her form, she couldn’t help but notice the squirming lump between her cheeks as she pressed her butt into the exercise ball again and again.
After twenty or so repetitions, she stood up and turned around bending forwards at the waist until her toned abs hung over John. He looked sweaty, and Holly could see his chest rise and fall rapidly as he tried to regain his breath. She smiled sweetly, and lowered herself down once more, this time pressing John against her stomach as she laid down.
“Think he can hold his breath for ten reps?” She asked the camera as her torso pressed into the exercise ball. The struggling beneath her intensified, her abdomen wasn’t nearly as soft as her ass had been, and John was making sure she knew. She smiled and began to raise her arms in front of her, focusing on holding her core muscles tight.
John wiggled in the tightly packed spot between Holly and the ball. There was almost no air here, and she didn’t seem to be lifting up like she did with the squats. The heat was quickly ramping up as the muscles above him flexed and tensed with every movement. A drop of sweat trickled onto John’s face, splashing a salty taste in his mouth and nose. He grunted as he inhaled, the immense force on his chest making each breath a workout. He hoped that ten reps of whatever position this was were short.
Holly held her last rep for a little longer than usual, enjoying the almost ticklish sensation below her. She finally lifted up, pushing her arms against the floor and relieving the weight from pressing down on John. Her toned stomach stuck to the ball, the sweat that had begun to accumulate on her skin creating a slight adhesion as she pulled away. Finally peeling free, Holly snickered as John remained glued to her abdomen for a moment before falling free and bouncing to a stop on the ball.
The laptop chimed, and Holly scooted to her feet and walked over to see what had popped up. “Oh my, looks like we have our first request.” She tilted her head and smiled at the camera, trying not to focus too much on the words ‘$100 TIP’ flashing above the request. “Well, I won’t deprive you of your little request, sweetie. I can redo my squats with that little twist.”
John groaned as he sat up, his ribs crackling from the pressure that had strained them only moments before. He heard what Holly said, and felt a rush of adrenaline. What twist was she talking about? It looked like Holly wasn’t going to leave him guessing for long, as she stepped back in front of the exercise ball and began to sway her hips. Although terrifying at his size, John was in awe of her gorgeous body as she worked her fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts. The tightly fitted material began to slide down her thighs, exposing her bare ass towards John. The twin moons glistened with a faint twinkle of sweat, and John felt the gentle rush of air as the shorts drifted down Holly’s legs to the floor. He snapped out of it just as the hovering mass began to lower down.
“Wait, Holl...mmmf!”
Holly’s butt slammed into him, pinning him back down. This time, there was no stretchy material between them, and he was pinned directly against her bare skin. The two cheeks pinned his arms to his sides, and John could feel something warmer and moist against his legs. He struggled to move, which seemed to spark a reaction from Holly as she ground her ass into him more.
“Oh yeah, he’s definitely squirming down there,” Holly moaned, gyrating her hips on top of the ball. She could feel his little legs brushing against her labia, sending tingles of pleasure up her spine. Counting to five in her head, she stood up, then began to lower herself again. John must have moved a bit, or maybe the ball had rolled slightly, because now she could feel him pinned under her left butt cheek. She giggled as his tiny limbs tickled her skin, then stood up and repeated the process.
John watched the planetary ass rise up, then fall over and over. Sometimes he ended up beneath one of her cheeks, other times he was sandwiched between them and had a brief respite. On her last rep, John noticed Holly spread her legs slightly wider apart before she began her squat. The approaching crack swallowed him up, and John felt himself sink between the firm flesh. This time felt different, and John noticed a musky odor this time around. In the dim light that filtered in through the crevice of her cheeks, John could just make out the winking pink brown pucker before him. He held his breath as he felt Holly press her butt further down on him.
Holly bit her lip as she pushed her ass firmly against the ball. There was a distinct lump riding up her crack, and she felt one of John’s limbs brush against her back door. A sultry chuckle escaped her lips as she lifted up, feeling her cheeks scoop up the tiny man.
“Looks like we’ve got a bit of a stowaway here.”
She turned to present her ass to the camera, allowing her viewers to see John’s predicament in high definition. Her ass tightened as she stood tall, with only a pair of tiny kicking legs protruding from the cleft between her cheeks.
“He actually feels kinda good back there, maybe I should keep him there. What do you guys think?” Her fingers tapped on the keyboard, pulling up another quick poll. As the results quickly piled in, Holly took a step back and began running her hands up and down her curvaceous form. Her hands paused on her hips, and a grin tugged at the edge of her lips as she began to knead her ass cheeks back and forth, up and down.
The crushing walls around John began moving even more, smearing him in every direction while soaking him with the perspiration forming on Holly’s skin. He sputtered and coughed as the overpowering pressure steamrolled the air from his lungs, only to relent long enough for him to draw another ragged breath. Finally, a sliver of light broke through the dim, humid environment and John felt something pinch around his waist.
Holly plucked the tiny man from her butt with two fingers. She could feel the dampness on his skin from her sweat, and felt a tingle in her crotch.
“It’s like marking my territory,” she muttered to herself, just loud enough for the microphone to pick it up. “But, I’m sure you already knew you were all mine, didn’t you little guy.” Her volume ramped up as she continued speaking. She gave the exercise ball a soft kick, sending it bouncing across the floor and out of the camera’s view.
“You know, John,” she cooed, “I think it’s time we move onto the real workout.”
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