Is This Seat Taken?
by bn432

“Is this seat taken?!” Brad shouted up at the woman glued to her phone. This was always the frustrating part about living as a victim of the shrinking plague. It was so damn hard to get people’s attention. After another failed attempt to draw her eye away from her screen he gave up, electing to just claim the seat for himself.
Clambering up onto the seat took some effort, but he’d done it before and was getting better at it. He sat himself down next to the distracted woman, who still had hardly even acknowledged his presence, taking a second to appreciate just how much bigger she was than him. It had only been a few months since he woke up the size of a Barbie doll, and he was still adjusting to his new size, occasionally finding himself stuck in his own head as he marveled at the world around him.

A resounding chime signalled that the doors were closing, and seconds later the train lurched forward as it pulled away from the platform. Brad went over the route in his head, scanning the map high above him for the stop he needed.

“King St… Looks like it’s ten stops down.” He mumbled to himself.

The train slowed just as it got to max speed, the momentum sending him sliding towards the thigh of the black woman. Luckily he managed to stop himself from bumping into her. The chime sounded again as the doors slid open, the gargled voice of the driver announcing the station name over the crackling speaker. Shortly after a couple more passengers boarded the train, most heading in the opposite direction, save for a brunette who seemed to be heading towards Brad and phone woman’s bench. The woman approached quickly, her massive legs carrying her distances with an ease that the diminutive man could only jealously covet. She seemed to notice him as she reached the bench, staring at him before sitting to his right. Brad was still getting used to the stares, just as normal people were getting used to living with their smaller constituents. At least if they were staring at him they were less likely to accidentally kill him. The brunette turned her attention away from him as she settled in, probably forgetting that he was even there as she stared at the ceiling.

The train jolted forwards again, the hum of the engine vibrating the seat. Only nine more stops to go. He had to admit it was a little intimidating sitting between these two massive women, knowing that they could easily take advantage of his size if they wished. He had been lucky enough to avoid having to deal with that kind of scenario so far, but there were a number of sickening stories passing around the shrunken community.

Once more the train stopped, and the doors slid open. This station was busier, and the train car quickly filled as impatient passengers filed in. A few of them spotted the space between the two women sitting next to Brad and tried to take it for themselves, but thankfully they noticed him before he became a seat cushion. The chime sounded again, prompting the last of the passengers to hurry on board before they were left behind. Brad watched as they shuffled through the cab, his eyes landing on a blonde woman walking his way. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she was wearing a pair of spandex shorts and a tank-top. As she drew closer he could make out that she was noticeably sweaty, her skin glistening in the fluorescent light of the cabin. Her breasts bounced subtly with each step, distracting him as she drew closer, and closer.

“Hey. This seat taken?” The blonde asked the woman to Brad’s left, who was still engrossed by her phone. The woman shrugged in response, not even bothering to look up.

Taking that as a no, the blonde swiveled around quickly, hoping to get seated before the train started moving. Brad suddenly realized what was happening as he was presented with a stunning view of the blonde’s behind. He shouted out in an attempt to alert her to his presence, but it was too late. The titanic tush was already plummeting towards him.

Emily exhaled as she plopped onto the bench, her aching legs finally able to relax. She had gotten a bit too wrapped up in Drake’s new album while on her daily run and travelled much further than she intended to. Not wanting to run all the way home she decided that she’d just take the subway back, she’d thank herself for that later when her legs were still functioning. Her sweaty thighs peeled apart as she spread her legs in an effort to dry her damp crotch. Sometimes she swore she needed some paper towel down there just to absorb all the sweat she produced. Eyeing the station map, she spotted the closest stop to her house, twenty stops down the line. It was going to be a long trip, so she leaned back and put her arms behind her head, airing out her pits as she relaxed.

Brad struggled beneath the suffocating flesh of the woman currently using him as a cushion. One moment he was in the fresh, cool air of the train car, the next he was surrounded by the musky, damp, and hot climate that was this woman’s rear. Her malleable cheeks formed around him like memory foam, restricting his movement to a slight wiggle. The crushing weight bearing down on him was almost too much, but luckily he seemed to have been positioned beneath her butt crack when she sat down, sparing him from being flattened under her expansive ass. He could hardly breathe, his chest compressed by the weight on top of him, and what little air he did get was polluted with the stench of sweaty ass. He gagged on the pungent scent that assaulted his nostrils, but was forced to sniff it all the same as his lungs burned for more oxygen. If he didn’t get out from underneath her soon he would surely perish.

Her weight shifted as the train started moving, the vibrating seat shaking loose some of the sweat absorbed into the back of her shorts. The salty, musty liquid splashed into Brad’s face, some of it getting into his mouth as he sucked in a stale breath. It tasted even worse than he would have thought stale ass sweat would, which was saying something. He could feel cool air on his legs now, a stark contrast to the humid environment his upper half inhabited. Desperate to get the woman’s attention he kicked wildly, flailing his legs against the metal seat in an effort to make any noise that would possibly draw her eye. Unfortunately the ambient noise of the subway easily drowned him out, the sweaty ass remaining firmly planted on his torso.

Emily daydreamed as she rocked back and forth with the motion of the train. She could see the brunette to her right giving her the stink-eye, probably because she was spreading and stinking up the area, but she didn’t really care. What she did care about was getting home and taking a nice long nap. The stops slowly scrolled by, Madison St, Fenly Ave, Tartin Blvd, and more flew by through the dirty glass. Finally, a good half hour later, her stop finally arrived. The chime sounded, and the driver announced the stop. Emily peeled herself off of the seat, leaving behind a sweaty shadow of her ass, and then strolled out onto the station platform, eager to get home.

Ever had to sit beside someone with particularly bad B.O. on public transport? Well multiply that by one thousand, square it, and then add the intense pressure of a family of elephants sitting on your chest and you’ll be close to what Brad was currently going through. For 30 minutes he suffered underneath Emily, sucking in pitiful breaths of air filtered through the fabric of her ass sweat soaked shorts. Being smeared back and forth when her butt grew sore from sitting. Even being subjected to a sneaky silent fart that hissed out of the depths of her crack. His torment seemed never-ending, but he held out hope that she would finally get off him with each stop that passed by. Finally the moment he was waiting for came to pass, he felt her weight lifting, the muscles in her thighs tensing as the prepare to hoist her body into the air. The pressure weighing down on him eased, allowing him to finally take in a full breath of albeit still musky air. His joy rose as the woman stood, leaving him behind in the middle of a sweaty imprint, comically placed between two giant circles of salty musk.

Sitting up, Brad gulped down fresh air greedily. He had made it through with his life, and that was what mattered. At least he’d have a story to tell his shrunken support group later. He looked up at the map, noticing with dismay that he was at least eight stops beyond where he wanted to get off. The women to his right and left were gone too, leaving him alone on the seat. He sighed, taking a moment to collect his thoughts and shake the numbness out of his arms. Suddenly, a shadow passed over him. Wordlessly he looked up, his stomach dropping as another massive ass hung over him. All he managed was a short shout before he was once again plunged into a fleshy nightmare.

Tiana plopped onto the seat, glad that the train car was practically empty. She’d been holding in a gut full of gas all day, and the subway wouldn’t be stopping for about five minutes as it turned around to head back down the city. The perfect opportunity to air out her bowels. She was heading to a business meeting on the other end of the city, so she’d definitely be here awhile, good thing she had just downloaded a new audio book!