Despite your worst fears, and despite the seemingly insurmountable wall of danger that Jenna had erected before you, you somehow made it through the game of Twister unscathed. Better than that, you had actually managed to win!
It wasn't easy, of course.
Ashley nearly stepped on you five turns in a row, the announcer frustratingly giving you and her the exact same instructions, and Ashley miraculous picking your spot each time. When Lauren lost her balance and slipped, you only barely escaped becoming a tiny speck on her colossal ass cheek, and you were almost smeared into paste by Mari's tits as she also tripped. Then, when Jenna fell, she saw both you and Rio, and discreetly tickled Rio's side to try and get your girlfriend's mom to fall on you, but you slipped free yet again (much to Jenna's frustration). Rio also took Ashley down with her, leaving you as the victor (and also revealing your presence to your family).
While Mari kissed you as a form of victory celebration (and apology for forgetting you were beneath her for the whole game), and your mom and Rio praised your skills, Jenna was stewing in agitation. Your sister had been practically convinced that you'd end the game smeared onto someone's body, and thus suffer the rest of the day through all the other activities that she'd planned. And yet, somehow, your bad luck hadn't kicked in, and you were still hale and hearty. She needed to kick things up a notch for the next game.
Then, the idea hit her all at once, and she smirked.
Your sister motioned to Mari, who set you down on the floor gently, and then Jenna, Ashley, and Mari proceeded to rearrange the entire living room, while Lauren and Rio fixed up some refreshments and snacks for everyone (your mom nearly smushing you under her toes as she trekked into the kitchen). You watched in confusion as your sister and friends pushed the recliner and couch and coffee table aside, and dragged in four wooden chairs from the closet, arranging them in a circular pattern, backs touching.
You recalled that those chairs had been a gift from Ashley, who had literally crafted them herself in her wood-working class. If there was any hobby that could even vaguely be called 'art', Ashley was a prodigal savant at it, in sharp contrast to her usual ditzy demeanor and airheaded tendencies. The chairs were immaculately smooth, painted in pretty vibrant colors, and with a fair amount of space for sitting comfortably on the seat (no doubt Ashley had built them to accommodate her own gargantuan glutes). You still remembered Ashley blushing a little too brightly when you complimented her on her awesome work.
Once that was done, Jenna dismissed Mari and Ashley into the kitchen to get some refreshments (since there wasn't any table space left for eating and drinking in the living room now). Mari and Ashley obliged, each failing to spot you down on the carpet, and though you dodged Ashley, Mari's heel crushed you flat as she walked by. You groaned in annoyance, only to then find yourself lifted high into the air and turned to face the mischievously grinning face of your demonic little sister.
"Ah, already smushed. Awesome!" Jenna teased. "That makes this next part a bit easier!" She whispered to you, careful to make sure everyone else in the kitchen couldn't hear her. She then proceeded to start mashing and pulling on your face, squeezing you even tighter while also expanding your face to comedic proportions, essentially turning your entire body into a smiley face emoji. Except, of course, that you weren't smiling...but Jenna was prepared for that.
Lauren's purse was resting in the corner of the room after the couch had been moved, and Jenna strolled over to it and pulled out a small bottle of Full-Length spray, which your mom always kept on hand. Your eyes widened, and you began to thrash in your sister's grip, but it was no use. You didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of stopping your sister when she was on the warpath of one of her cruel pranks like this, and you could only miserably groan as her sickly sweet smile only grew.
With judicious application, Jenna squirted Full-Length spray onto your mouth, while also using her fingers to spread your face into a wide, happy smile. Thanks to the chemical spray, your lips froze that way when Jenna released them, permanently stuck in that smiling expression until you came into contact with some solvent. Jenna then walked over to the chairs, picked one at random, and crushed you down onto it as hard as she could, applying considerable force to glue your flattened form to the chair, face-up of course.
Once done, she placed a shoebox from the closet atop you to keep you from reforming, temporarily hide you from view, and apply just that little bit more pressure to you sticking to the chair. She then picked up her phone and pretended to be scrolling social media, right as everyone else came back into the living room.
Your mother gasped with delight. "Oh, goodness, Jenna dear! What is all this?" She asked with excitement.
"Our next game!" Jenna explained. "Matt might've won round one, but there's plenty more before a final victor is declared. For round two, we're going to be taking it old-school with some Musical Chairs! But, with a few house rules!"
Mari winced. "Yikes, house rules? Knowing you, it's gonna be rough, huh?"
Jenna grinned playfully. "Rough is right, Mari! There are two big house rules. The first is that it doesn't matter whose booty hits the chair first when the music stops. What matters is whose booty stays on it! Some friendly shoving and play-fighting is encouraged!"
Mari and Rio shared an intense glare, while Ashley nervously bite her lip.
Lauren tapped her chin. "And the second house rule, darling?"
"Our game includes a Hot Seat!" Jenna declared, pulling the box away and revealing you to your friends and family, who each peered down at you.
Ashley smiled. "Aah! A little cute decal of Matty!"
Rio frowned. "No...that is Matt, isn't it?"
Jenna couldn't hold back her enthusiasm. "It sure is, Rio! Matt here volunteered for the position of the Hot Seat, to keep our game fresh and exciting!"
Mari crossed her arms against her abundant chest. "Uh, Jenna...you know that this game involves a lot of sitting, right? Matt can't be okay with that."
Jenna put a consoling hand on your girlfriend's shoulder. "Mari, come on. You think I didn't think of that? Matt was the one who suggested musical chairs in the first place, and I pointed out how dangerous that could be for him. Then, he came up with the idea of the Hot Seat! Plus, you know my brother and his luck around ladies. You really think he's still bothered by a bit of sitting after all these years? He can't even really feel that anymore."
Mari blinked. "O-Oh, okay. Thanks for letting me know!" Mari said, secretly thankful that you weren't bothered by sitting anymore, and mentally reallocating a bit of brain power away from checking her seat in the future.
Lauren beamed with excitement. "So how does the Hot Seat work, Jenna?"
Your sister clapped her hands. "Okay, so, since there's five of us playing, we'll be going through four rounds of Musical Chairs until only a single challenger is left. They'll be the winner of this game, and in contention for the grand prize at the end of our day today. But, each round, the lady sitting in the Hot Seat will get a point separate from that, and the most Hot Seat points at the end will reward a special prize specific to Musical Chairs! It's a way to keep this game exciting on its on, even separate from our big whole-day competition!"
Ashley, who hadn't yet looked away from your squashed face on the Hot Seat, trilled. "Ooh! What's the prize?"
Jenna jerked her head up towards her bedroom. "I've got two General Admission theater tickets upstairs, good for any movie from now until the end of the year, plus a large popcorn bucket and two sodas. So, the Hot Seat winner gets to take anyone of their choosing out to a movie, and to spice things up, if it's one of us that you invite, we can't say no!" Jenna smirked. "So maybe I can finally make Mari see that new horror movie with me."
Your girlfriend paled. "Oh god, you wouldn't dare."
Jenna stuck out her tongue. "Or maybe mom can drag Rio to one of those sappy rom-coms. Goodness knows I can't handle any more of them."
Lauren laughed. "Ah, that sounds delightful to me!" Rio rolled her eyes, but not unhappily, in response.
Jenna pulled up an app on her phone. "I've even got a Musical Chairs app that starts and stops the music for us, so we can put our all into playing and winning! Ready, ladies?"
Your sister received a resounding chorus of affirmation in response, and then the five ladies took up position around the circle of four chairs. Staring up, you took note of the massive quivering booties surrounding you. Lauren's jean-clad butt, Mari's compression-shorts-wearing booty, Rio's firm glutes held by leggings, and Ashley's ridiculous giant bubble butt left mostly bare by her itty-bitty microshorts. Even Jenna's comparatively smaller rear would hurt like hell if she ended up in your Hot Seat.
As your sister started the music (giving you a quick taunting wink first), you could only groan.
1) The game begins, and the eager competitive ladies don't spare you any thought with their heavy, grinding booties.
2) The game begins, and Jenna herself keeps being the one to sit on you, thus giving you the least amount of pain and discomfort (much to her annoyance). She ends up winning the whole thing plus the Hot Seat bonus, and game-day continues. Internally, Jenna tries to think of how to use those movie tickets to screw with you in the future.
3) The game begins, but the first woman to sit on you ends up adhering you to their own butt, which you remain stuck to when she stands again. Who are you stuck to, does anyone notice, and what happens because of it?
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