(Chapter originally written by Kentwolf)
In your dark, mute isolation as a worryingly faint discolouration upon the seat, you felt the now horribly familiar sensation of a woman's ass crashing down upon you and squirming a bit to get comfortable. As she settled, you tried to work out from your recent familiarity of the staff members heavy butts, who you were dealing with. It felt oddly familiar, but you couldn't place it. As the woman occasionally shifted and rubbed against you, you realised that this wasn't a butt that you had gotten used to over the past week, but it was familiar for a reason.
For the briefest of moments, your heart and hope swelled that your girlfriend was finally back and could save you, before realising that she hadn't even hesitated before she sat down. You knew from a week of torment how long it took to climb the steps and sit down, there had been no delay. Why would Mari sit down on you instantly without even trying to free you, she knew you were here. Then it hit you, she didn't. She had left chatting about you waiting for her at home, she had somehow forgotten you were there on the day you were crushed, now that she was back, she was upset she hadn't found you all week but it had never entered her head of where she had truly seen you last.
Mari sighed, back at work after her surprise trip away with her boyfriend had ended up being a week away with his sister. She hadn't been able to find him, Jenna claimed she hadn't seen him for a few days when she turned up. Now she was back at work and he still hadn't shown up, she was a little worried, though she knew he always turned up eventually. She was unaware that he was so very close to her right now. Passing by the pool, Hanna actually glanced up at Mari looking glum but not worried and smiled to herself, the ditzy idiot clearly had forgotten where her bug of a boyfriend had been residing all week. By now the little bug was probably so fused with the seat he would never come off. She had actually sat on him the day before and had glanced at the spot where he was as she climbed back down. What she had seen was a faint, translucent stain so thin you could only really spot it if the light hit the angle right.
When Mari had finished her shift, she didn't even spare a glance at the seat as she climbed back down the ladder, quickly replaced by the lifeguard you called squirmy. The next few hours you were rubbed and crushed constantly, but you felt oddly numb. Your one remaining hope, Mari, your wonderful girlfriend, had forgotten you were trapped. No one was coming to save you, no one seemed to notice you at all. This was going to be your life, being sat on by lifeguards, day after day, week after week.
Sure enough, your imprisonment carried on as the weeks passed, each day leaving you less and less visible and more and more spread out. After two months, even if Hanna tried to get the right angle, she couldn't see any difference. Your body had been pressed so thin and smeared so wide you covered most of the seat, while also being effectively transparent. You felt every vibration of the chair, felt the breeze when you weren't being sat upon, smelt and tasted every inch of skin and sweat from the women who sat on you day after day, but you saw and heard nothing. Hanna had actually taunted you when she saw you weren't visible any more, but it had been a wasted effort as you had no idea she spoke.
eventually the Oasis closed for the winter months, the cold weather dropping attendance to below profitability. You were left without any way to tell the passage of time, The cold winter rain smashed down on you, causing chills and vibrations to echo through you, sometimes it even froze over night into a sheet of ice. To you it didn't matter, you were struggling to keep a grip on your sanity. No human interaction, just treated like a thing, sat on and used, left alone for months, it was almost more than you could take.
While your loved ones enjoyed Christmas, you were simply buried under thick snow, while they cheered in the new year, you didn't even know there were fireworks in the sky above. You did wonder what people in your previous life were up to, the life you had before you became trapped as a living seat to suffer under women for an eternity, but you had no way of knowing what was going on in their lives.
Eventually though, the weather did begin to warm back up and the Oasis began to reopen, the staff now coming in to work on giving the whole place a deep clean after months of disuse. As luck would have it, Mari had been set the task of cleaning the pool area with Hanna. They scrubbed at the tiles of the empty pools, cleaning off the moss and green mould.
As Mari began to clean the steps of the ladder diligently, you felt vibrations as she shook the structure. When no one came to sit on you, you wondered what was causing the vibrations, but no one gave you an answer. Slowly Mari worked her way up, step by step, until she got to the chair at the top. You were suddenly hit in the entire body with a chemical taste as a liquid was rained down on you. Mari sprayed the industrial cleaner on the seat and then began to scrub with her scouring sponge. You felt a painful scraping as the chemical was scratched into your flesh, finding every inch of you as you wondered what fresh hell this was.
After scrubbing for over ten minutes and building up a thick foamy froth, Mari poured water on the seat to wash away the build up. She paused when she saw a very thin bit of something that was sticking up from the edge of the seat. She picked at it curiously, feeling how insanely thin it was. She began to gently pull. You felt like someone was trying to tear you from tar, your body very slowly peeling off bit by bit of the seat that had held you captive for an age. mari's scrubbing had actually freed just enough of you to notice. As she peeled you up, you had the faintest red tint from your long time under swim suited asses as well as Mari's scrubbing, but other than the faint tint, you were transparent.
Mari tilted her head, looking through the slightly red, see through material. She put her other hand against it and found it very soft and so very thin. She glanced down at the seat she had pulled it off with a frown, trying to figure out what it was she had just removed. The seat looked the same now as it had before, except cleaner. She was unaware she was holding her long lost boyfriend, while you were unaware you were in the hands of the girlfriend who had unknowingly left you trapped all that time ago. You felt hands touching your body in various spots, wondering what was going on, but glad to be free of the chair at long last.
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