By: jaysilentbob420
PART 1
My name is Rob. Im 20 and live at home with my mom Mary and sister Susan. Susan is 18 and graduating from high school this year. Shes your classic popular kid. Blonde, pretty, and curvy. My mom, well, lets see. My mom is 42. Shes well overweight. Very overweight. Like obese. She was at around 350-360 before she stopped weighing herself and shes only gotten bigger, which can cause problems. See Im not just a stay at home loser. Ive had 2 jobs, but was fired from one and quit the other. I quit the movie theater because my coworkers made jokes about my mom. I couldn’t deal with that. The second one was at Best Buy where I was fired for punching my boss. Yeah. I punched my boss. Same thing here. He was being REALLY nasty about my mom and I lost it. Luckily he didn’t press charges but I couldn’t tell my mom why I was fired. I know itd hurt her. So I just told her I screwed up like always. I know she loves me, but Im always disappointing her. I really wanted to make it up to her. And that’s how I came up with the idea that changed my life.
My mom has a couch. Most chairs are too tight or light for her. We got this couch a few years ago and she loved it at first. It held her and was comfy. But over time and constant tv watching, naps, and movie marathons its gone flat. Theres no cushioning, even I feel it when I sit on it. Her birthday was coming up and I didn’t know what to get her. I couldn’t afford a new couch, but I could reupholster it. I told Susan about it and said it was a great idea. She even offered to pay for the stuffing (she had babysitting money saved up). So the plan was I would work on the couch while she was at school and mom was at work. She’d help me finish it up when she got home and we’d present it to mom. I finally felt useful.
The day finally came.
“Goodbye mom. Have a great day at work. And Happy Birthday!” I said as I gave her a big hug, even though my arms couldn’t fit around her.
“Boy someones in a good mood” she smiled.
“I just cant wait for you to see your present”
“Oh Rob I told you not to get me anything. I know youre not working” she said sweetly.
The words stung, but I know she didn’t mean any harm. I waved her good bye and she left. Once she was gone I headed to my room to get the supplies. I came back down and headed for the couch. It was an older one so instead of 3 individual cushions, it was one long one. I unzipped the cushion and I started pulling out cotton and fibers and who knows what. It was hard because a lot of it was fused to fabric. Not surprised really. I got most of it out but there was still a lot left at the unopen end I couldn’t reach. After trying for several minutes I just said screw it and climbed in. So here I am. Standing in my living room, covered with a cushion from head to toe. I start pulling the loose bits and its starting to work, but then I step on the zippered end and fall. I fell over the arm rest of the couch and fell on my back. My head whacked the wooden planks on the bottom and I passed out.
It was hours later when I came too. My head hurt and my arms and legs were numb. Took me a minute to realize what happened. Great. Im such a failure. I was trying to get feeling back when I heard the door open.
“And he said yeah yeah girl youre my one and only”
Crap. Susans home. Listening to her music again. She’ll have a great laugh about this.
“Oh my God!”
Yup. Here it comes. ‘Ha Ha. You couldn’t even fix a couch’
“The couch looks great!”
Wait, what?
“Its so puffy and looks sturdy”
What the hell is she talking about? I hear movement and I see her. Surprisingly the cushion cover was pretty see through from my perspective. I could see her looking right at me, but not seeing me. I was right too. Headphones were in. She then took her hand and pressed down on my chest. HARD.
“Ow! What the fuck Susan?”
“Wow its really firm, but yet squishy. Moms gonna love it. Oh Rob. You couldn’t even clean up the mess? Rob! Fine. Leaves it for me”
I watched my sister walk past me. I could move my head just enough to see her picking up the cotton. She didn’t hear me. Damn those headphones. She thinks Im the padding in the couch. Of course. This is not good. I hear her come walking back in.
“There that’s better.”
“Susan! Its me! Im stuck in the couch!”
“Hmm. You know I should try out the couch to make sure its ok. Rob means well but hes no handy man.”
Oh no. No no no no. I was powerless as my sister moves over to me. She turns around without giving me a second glance. When I mentioned Susan was curvy earlier, I mean it was all in her ass. FWOOSH. She plopped right down on my chest. The wind was knocked out of me.
“Ooh this is comfy”
She then proceeded to bounce and wiggle on my chest. I couldn’t believe it. My sister was using me as furniture. She sat back and scrolled on her phone. Luckily I could still breathe. This was crazy. I had to get her attention. I tried moving again but I was still numb and she was pinning my arms down. Id just have to wait till her headphones came off. What felt like hours passed, but was probably only one. I got used to the weight and breathing, but it was still uncomfortable. Shed wiggle this way and that. Press down, lean. Finally I saw her take off her headphones.
“My shows almost on. Wheres the remote?”
She stood and I felt the immense pressure lift off. It felt great. I tried to call her name but I was still winded. I watched her go to the coffee table and get the remote. She started back. No not again. But this time she came from the other way. By my head. I noticed then she was wearing her yoga pants. Wait. She stood a few minutes while she changed channels. Please Susan don’t do this. Im your brother please hear me, but she didn’t. She was zoned out to the tv and I was barely above a whisper. And then it happened. Like a slow motion movie. Her ass got bigger and bigger. It was inches from my face. Impact. She was so heavy. And the weight just kept increasing. How much more is there? Finally the pressure seemed to settle. The pressure was insane.
“Oh. I think this is the most comfortable part of the couch!”
Of course it is. She wiggled some more and finally got comfortable watching her show. Unfortunately when she got comfortable, she wiggled my nose right into her ass crack. And with yoga pants, theres no resistance so I was right up in there. Great. The smell was awful. Thank God she showered daily but phew it wasn’t enough. But again I was able to breathe. So while uncomfortable and abit weird I was ok for the moment. I had to think a way out of this.
Above me my sister was having a great time. Laughing, yelling, and crying at her show. Meanwhile I felt everything underneath. Every bounce from a giggle. Immense pressure when she leans forward at an interesting part. So here I was. Stuck under my sister with my nose up her ass. This cant get any worse.
“Hello? Is anyone here?”
“Mom?”
Oh shit.
PART 2
"Mom? What are you doing home from work already?"
Good question Susan.
"Well dear since its my birthday the boss decided to let me go early. Isnt that great"
No.
"Sure is mom. Wait! Stop right there!"
I felt the pressure leave my face as Susan got up. I saw her walk around the couch out of view.
"Now close your eyes and give me your hand."
I could see Susan leading our mom into the livingroom. She had on her business suit. Tight in all the right (and wrong places) Her breasts were accentuated, but it was her ass that had all my attention. As she rounded the couch I could see how massive it was. The knee length skirt was restraining to contain it. This was not good. Susan walked her in front of the couch. Well me. She had her stop a few feet from me.
"Surprise!"
I watched as my mom opened her eyes. She had a look of shock at first. Then a huge smile appeared.
"Oh Susan, a new couch! How?"
"It was Robs idea. He wanted to make you something special for your birthday. I think he feels bad about not having a job and contributing to the house."
Ouch. Never said my sister was stupid.
"Oh that sweet boy. No matter what he does or doesnt do I will always love him. Where is he? I want to thank him too."
"I dont know. He must be out. Come on try it!"
I couldn’t believe what my mom just said. It really touched me. I was so lost in her kind words that I didn’t notice her getting closer. I snapped back when I saw her hovering over my chest.
“Wait mom! Don’t…”
Crash. My almost 400lb mother was sitting on me. She covered me from groin to shoulders. She was so much more heavier than Susan. Then she started bouncing.
“Oh my this is so comfortable.”
“I know right?”
I barely had time to register what was happening when Susan plopped down on face.
“Its so sturdy Mom. I bet itll last for years.”
It might, but I wont. I had to have over 500lbs on me. Breathing was hard with my mother on my chest, but manageable. Painful yes. Stressful yes. But not impossible. And of course my nose found its way right back into Susans asshole. It was like its new home. They chatted for abit, but I didn’t pay attention. I was focusing on breathing and trying not to gag from Susans stench. My chest was on fire. It was so painful. I don’t know how much longer I could last. Then Susan got up.
“Ok Ill go get ready for your birthday dinner.”
“Text your brother and let him know dear.”
“Ok”
So it was just me and mom now. I looked at her sitting there. She would be so upset if she knew she was sitting on her son. She stepped on my toe once and apologized for hours. I could imagine what this would do. She looked so happy though. Sitting there watching tv. She wiggled alittle and laughed. She really was enjoying this. Suddenly all the pain was worth it. Almost. And we would have a good laugh about this. I was about to yell to her when the phone rang.
“Always when I comfortable.”
The pressure slowly abated as my mom gradually got up. Thank God. I closed my eyes and took deep long breaths.
“Hello? Oh hi Kate! How you been?’
Time to get out of…oh no! It just hit me. The phone was on the end table BY MY HEAD. I opened my eyes fast. I was just in time to see my moms enormous ass making its way down. No please no. I couldn’t do anything. I was too shocked to say anything. Not that she’d hear me anyway. I heard her chatting away to Aunt Kate. The skirt got closer and closer and then I felt it. A huge amount of weight on my head. It kept pressing and pressing. My lips were mashed against my teeth. My eyes were forced closed. My nose was getting crushed by her cheek. It kept going and going. I felt my head hit the wooden bar but it still wouldn’t stop. This was worse than Susan. This was worse than when I broke my arm in the 8th grade. The pressure just kept coming. Finally it stopped. My ears were pounding. I think my lip was bleeding and all the while mom was chatting with Aunt Kate. She started wiggling and bouncing. I heard the wood plank start to creak. Breathing was next to impossible. Oh my God. Im gonna die under here. Im gonna die under my moms ass. What if they never find me? What if they just use my corpse as a cushion until the smell is too bad and they find me? How would my mom feel? The pressure and lack of oxygen was too much. I was started to pass out. This is it. Goodbye mom. Happy Birthday. As I was slipping into unconsciousness I felt the weight move. My mother was getting up, but it was too late. I passed out.
PART 3
I slowly came to. It was dark. Am I dead? No I wouldn’t be thinking if I was dead. My eyes started to focus. I was still in the couch. Mom and Susan went to dinner. Finally! I can get out of here. But how? My head was throbbing and body was still abit numb. I tried sitting up but the cushion cover was too restrictive. Ok then. Plan B. And Plan B was? I got it! I started rocking left and right. Faster and faster. Almost. THUD. Ow. I landed on the ground face down. Ok Im down. Now what? I figured if I could get on my back I could get into a sitting position. Or try to anyway. I started rocking again. This time was harder. Gravity was working against me. It seemed like hours but I finally managed it. I was out of breath when I heard the door open.
“Im getting worried about Rob.”
“Im sure hes just out somewhere mom.”
“But to miss my birthday dinner? He better have a good excuse.”
Yeah I was too busy holding up your fat ass. No that’s mean. Im just tired and hurting. Atleast now theyd find me. Theyd see the cushion and wonder how it got on the floor. Id call out and this would all be over.
“I hate how dark it is in here. We should have left a light on.”
I slowed my rapid breathing to say something when WHAM. A huge amount of pressure was on my head. I barely had time to register when WHAM that same pressure landed on my dick. The pressure lifted off my head and increased on my dick. Then it was gone.
“There we go”
Light flooded the room. Did. Did my mom just walk over me? She didn’t even see the cushion. It was too dark. I was in too much pain to say anything. My dick was throbbing and not in a good way.
“Oh looks like the cushion fell off. I thought the floor felt different.”
I saw my mom looking down at me. Susan stood beside her.
“Howd that happen?”
“I dont know Susan. Maybe Rob didn’t fasten it securely. We’ll have to have him fix it. For now lets just get back on.”
“Ok mom”
Good when they felt how heavy I was theyd investigate and then WHAM. My sisters foot landed squarely on my dick. WHAM. Her other one landed on my chest. I felt her start to get off my dick when
“Susan!”
She stopped. Dear God she stopped. Then she did something that was unthinkable. With her right foot still planted on my groin she pivoted around grinding my dick underneath her. I tried to scream but nothing came out. She was standing with her left foot on my thigh and her right on my dick.
“What?”
“Don’t walk over cushion. Your brother put a lot of work into that.”
“You did.”
“Well I didn’t know it was there. You do. Now come over this side and go around.”
“This is so stupid.”
“Susan stop being a brat.”
Uh oh. My sister was generally a nice sweet girl. But when she couldn’t get her way she could, well turn into a brat. But you never called her that because since she was 10 she always had the same reaction. Please be the left foot. Please be the left foot. But I knew better as I felt the weight lift off my poor dick as her foot rose knee high.
“I”
WHAM. Her foot came crashing down and lifted again.
“Am”
WHAM. Please make it stop.
“Not”
WHAM. Im gonna throw up.
“A”
WHAM. I started to cry.
“Brat!”
WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. It was too much. I passed out again.
I came too after who knows how long. There was immense pressure on my stomach. I was back on the couch. Didnt they wonder why the cushion was so heavy? No. They probably thought it was sturdy material to hold my mom up. Speaking of. I could see my mother in her PJs knitting which she always did at night. Luckily she wasn’t sitting on my groin. My dick felt like it had been through a blender. I couldn’t tell if I was bleeding. All I knew was that Id be surprised if I could have kids. This had to stop I couldn’t take much more.
“Susan. The Bachelor is starting soon,”
Ok. So The Bachelor is 2 hours. Then they go to bed. That gives me 7 hours to recover and find a way out of here. Ok. I have a plan. This will work and I will NEVER tell them about this. Ill say the couch broke when I got home or something, Whatever. Ill figure it out then. Ha. Things were looking up. Suck it life. It cant get any worse.
“Dont forget the snacks dear”
My mom started cleaning up her knitting. I felt pressure and she leaned from side to side. She had those long needles in her right hand. She leaned alittle too far and caught the cushion cover. Too small holes were made. The first was over my right eye. Whoa that was close. I could see much better now with hole. I could see through the cover decent enough, but this was like HD. The second was over nose. She even clipped my nose. The whole thing was exposed. I could smell the popcorn. My stomach ached. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. I saw my sister come in clear as day. She had her long t-shirt on she used for a nightgown. She was carrying the popcorn. She came around and handed the bowl to my mom. She then spun around to sit down and that’s when I noticed it. My sister wasn’t wearing any underwear! No panties. No boxers. Not even a thong. Just a bare ass! She started to bend and saw her cheeks spread. Oh my God. That’s my sisters naked asshole. No no no DEAR GOD NO. And of course nosey found his home.
“Ooh”
“Whats that Susan?”
“Nothing I just really like this couch”
The smell was horrible. Before there were several layers. The cover, pants, and panties. Now there was nothing. My nose was deep in her asshole and it reeked. It felt warm and moist. The pressure on my head was nothing compared to this. Then I heard something. It was a gurgling. And it was coming from Susan.
“Oh man. I shouldn’t have had tacos. Im feeling gassy.”
“Well I guess its time to break in the couch hahaha”
“Ha I guess so”
No! No it is not time. Go to your room. Go to the bathroom. Go anywhere but DON’T FART ON MY FACE. I felt her anus start to contract. No no no. Please.
PFFFFTTLLLLPPPPPPP.
Oh dear God. It was horrendous.
“Huh? Hey mom do you smell that?
“Nice try Susan.”
“No really. I don’t smell anything,”
“Huh youre right. I guess the cushioning Rob used is absorbing it all.”
“That’s amazing! Now I can let loose and no one will smell anything.”
PFFFFFFT.
For the next 30 minutes Susan let loose. Small farts. Big farts. SBDs. It didn’t matter. They all smelled horrible but what choice did I have? It was my only source of air. With my mom on my chest it was hard enough to breathe so I had to take what I can.
PLBBBOPRT.
Geezus. My nose was getting soaked. A few felt too wet for comfort.
FFFFLLLLTTTTTTRRRR.
It was getting to be abit much. I felt like I was gonna throw up again.
PFFFFFFFFFFFF.
“Susan dear just because I cant smell them doesn’t meant I want to hear them,”
“Sorry Mom. I just have one more. It’s a big one. I can feel it. Then I should be good.”
A big one. I felt her anus clench a few times. She sat down deeper into the couch. Pushing my nose farther than its been into her asshole.
PFFFFFFFLLLLOOOORRRRPPPPPPPPFFFFFTTTTTTTIISSSSSSSKKKKKKKTTTTCHHHHHFFFFT.
The smell was overpowering. For the third time in one day, I passed out.
PART 4
I’m dead. I have to be. Its dark and theres a horrible smell. I’m in Hell. I hear a car horn. This isn’t Hell. This is worse. It all comes back. I open my eyes. I see the ceiling. One eye is abit obstructed by the fabric, but I can still see through it. Light slowly comes through the windows. I have been trapped in this couch for almost 24 hours. I have been sat on, stepped on, and farted on all by my own family. I need to get out. I start to struggle as best as I can. My body is so sore I can barely move. I wiggle and wiggle. More light pours into the room. They’ll be up soon. I have to move, now! I try harder and faster, but all I manage to do is move my body up more. Now both eyes are covered and my mouth is under the hole. This actually may be good. They should be able to hear me now. I hear clomping down the stairs. Only my sister walks down like that. Sure enough here came Susan. Shes in the same shirt and no pants. I can still faintly smell her farts. I cant go through that again. This ends now.
“SUUS…”
WHAM! This huge weight dropped right on my head. It was Susan. She didn’t stroll over and casually start to sit like I thought she would so I could call out to her. No. She turned and just dropped full weight onto the couch. Me. Me! Damn it, me! Im not a couch! I wasn’t prepared for the drop. I was mid yell so my mouth was open. Now my jaw is forced open. Fuck this hurts. This is ridiculous. This isn’t fair. This is…whats that taste? No. No. No No. No FUCKING NO. My sisters naked ass is right over my open mouth and my tongue just grazed her cheek.
“What the hell?” Susan asked. “Must have spilled something on the cushion or maybe my farts were allittle too wet last night.” She then giggled.
You dumb disgusting little,
“Oh well. Since this cushion is already a mess…”
Don’t you dare. Susan I swear to….
Pfffffffffttttt
Oh God. Have you smelled a fart close up? Now add that times a million and that’s what tasting a fart is like. Hot smelly air filled my mouth and went out my nose. I could smell and taste it. What did I do to deserve this? I just wanted to help my mom.
Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaappppppp.
“Oh man I guess I didn’t get them all out last night. At least moms not down yet to stop me this time.”
I started to cry. I don’t know from the smell, or taste, or just sadness. Susan proceeded for the next 10 mins to unload fart after fart into my mouth. Each one tasted worse than the last. Some were small. Some were big. They all tasted quite literally like shit. Susan then settled back and turned on the tv. This is my life. To be sat on. To smell farts all day. And then one day Ill die and no one will know. No, stop it Rob. You cant be a defeatist. There has to be a way out. You can lick this probl…lick? Could that be it? Her asshole was right over my mouth. If I just lick it abit, shes bound to feel that. Then she’ll get up right? Fuck I cant believe Im gonna lick my sisters ass. Im gonna need so much therapy. I slowly stick my tongue up. It touches her cheek. No reaction. Fuck. I move alittle closer, in between the cheeks. She stirs but not enough. Fine. No choice. I lick my way closer looking for her hole. Its close I, contact. I instantly pull my tongue back. That was the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted. She must not have showered yet. It was awful. She wiggled around more.
“Uh. Damn wet spot.”
Ok. 1. 2. 3. I jammed my tongue up her asshole as far as I could. I licked in and all around it, slow and fast. It was gross but what choice did I have. Over and over but she wasn’t moving. Oh God, all this for nothing.
“What the fuck?”
The pressure was released from my head. Light came flooding in. My tongue was still wiggling around.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
I saw her looking down at me, scared and confused.
“Susan. Please. Help me.”
“Oh my God! Rob?!
PART 5
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Susan”
“What are you doing in there? Does mom know?”
“Susan!”
“God youre sick. Is this like some weird freaky fetish?”
“SUSAN!”
That got her to be quiet.
“Ok, listen. We don’t have much time before mom gets up. I’ll tell you everything.”
And I did. I told her how I got stuck. How I tried to ask for help. Her stomping on me. Passing out under mom. Passing out from her gas. All of it. As I relayed the story I could see her softening. Her anger faded to concern. I finally finished and waited for her response.
“Rob, I..Im so sorry. I cant believe you took all that punishment. Especially my farts. I know how bad those are.”
“Yeah I know”
“Hey, yours arent roses either buddy.”
“Susan I don’t want to fight. I just want to get out of here.”
“Oh Im sure I can…”
“Susan who are you talking to?”
Oh shit. Moms up.
“Huh? Oh no one mom. Just uh talking to myself.”
“Oh ok dear. Im gonna make some breakfast, want anything?”
“Uh no thanks Im not hungry right now.”
“Ok, suit yourself”
I hear my mom shuffle into the kitchen.
“That was too close. Ok Susan get me out of here.
She doesnt move. She just looks toward the kitchen then down at me.
“Susan?”
“I cant.”
“What?”
“I cant get you out yet Rob.”
“What?!”
“Shhh! Mom will hear you.”
“Susan….”
“Look. If I get you out, how will explain what happened to the couch?”
“I don’t know it broke or something.”
“It broke somehow in the 10 mins shes been gone? How?”
Shit. She had me there.
“Ok so what do we do?
“Right. So you know mom has a party at aunt Kates right?
“Yeah.”
“Ok so shes gonna have to go to the store. While shes gone, we’ll get you out. Say one of us fell on it or something and it broke. Its perfect.”
“Yeah except Im still a couch for a few more hours.”
She started to pout.
“Im just trying to help, you know. Do you think I like seeing my brother in pain? That I like knowing I hurt you and made you see and smell things? Well I don’t!”
“Ok Susan Im sorry. Im tired. Im hungry. Ive been in this couch for almost 24 hours. Im sorry. It’s a great plan. I can stand it abit longer. Just do one thing for me?”
She looked at me hesitantly
“Go put some panties on.”
I winked and laughed. That broke her. She started laughing too.
“Hey plenty of guys would love to see this ass.”
She gave it a playful spank. I do have to admit, even though she is my sister, she did have a great ass.
“Yeah yeah. Now go.”
She smiled.
“Alright I’ll be right…”
“Still talking to yourself?”
Shit.
“Oh hey mom, uh yeah I guess.”
“Well come join me and watch some tv.”
“Oh I don’t know”
I saw Susan stutter and try to think of something. My mother came into view. She had a cup of coffee in one hand and plate with toast in the other. She was in her evening gown and robe. I watched as she got closer never taking her eyes off Susan. She turned and plopped down on my stomach. The wind rushed out of me and I gave a little yelp. Susan looked terrified.
“Susan? Are you ok dear?”
“Yeah just maybe go easy on the couch? Rob did put a lot work into it.”
“Oh I know dear. And he did a great job. Its so sturdy. Look.”
My mother began bouncing on my stomach. Up and down. Up and down. I felt like I was being flattened.
“See dear? Now come join me for abit”
Susan quickly looked at me. I silently mouth “just do it you know how she is” She understood and nodded. She turned around and started pulling her shirt down over her butt. She was trying to cover it for me. She started sitting down and it looked like it would hold, but fate hates me. Right before contact, the pressure of holding it back was too much and slipped up out her fingers. There was my sisters naked ass. And there was my nose. Right back in her asshole. She clenched at first, which was not good. I couldn’t get any air. I couldn’t breathe. I started taking small and fast sniffs. I didn’t care what it smelled like I needed to breathe. Thankfully Susan caught on and relaxed her anus. I could breathe. Smelly foul breathing, but breathing none the less. As Susan settled in and I heard the tv come on I tried to relax. Just a few hours and this nightmare is over. Ill be free and that’s it. Right?.....
PART 6
Its been about an hour. Maybe? I don’t know. I cant really tell time when im being squashed flat. I mainly focus on my breathing, but I can hear muffled sounds of the tv.
“If youre out on the road. And youre lonely and so cold.”
Of course. Todays the Gilmore Girls marathon. Ok. So they’ll watch one, maybe two then mom will go to get stuff for Aunt Kates party and Susan can get me out of here. Susan must be getting to used to me. She was gentle at first, not moving too much. But now she wiggles and bounces. She leans forward and back. Shes getting too comfortable for my liking. She wouldn’t forget about me right? No. As I think that I see Susan get up. Ah some fresh air. She must be going to put some pants on. I look over to my mom. She looks so happy. Oddly Ive gotten used to her weight on me. It still hurts, but ive become accustomed I guess. She laughs at the tv. She really is enjoying the couch. It means so much to her. The couch? No. Me. Shes enjoying me and I am not a couch. I hear Susan come back in. Wtf? Shes still bottomless. She got poptarts? She got a snack and didn’t put pants on. She had time. I start to panic. Has she really forgotten about me? I get my answer when Susan turns around, doesn’t even look at me, and plops down hard on my face.
“What about being careful Susan?” my mom says playfully.
“Sorry mom but youre right. Its very sturdy.”
It?
“Yes dear but still be careful.”
“Yes mom. Its so comfortable too.”
IT?!
“Yes your brother did a good job. Speaking of, have you seen him today?”
“Huh? Oh hmmmm….”
“What is it dear?”
“I dunno. I feel like forgetting something.”
ME!
“Well it will come to you dear. Now Im going to go get ready to leave.”
I feel my mothers huge weight lift off me. I hear her walk towards her room. Ok soon. As soon as mom leaves Susan will get me out. I just have to, wait what are you doing? I feel my sister shift around. She put her legs up on the couch and her back against the armrest. Her feet are resting on my stomach.
“Ah nice and comfy. Ooh. Good thing mom left. Feeling last nights dinner again.”
Susan I swear to God…
Pfffffffft
Frrrrrrrgggggschuupppp
Blarrrttttt
“Oh man does that feel good.”
Why couldn’t I have been an only child? 3 disgusting foul smelling farts went right up my nostril. I knew it then that Susan forgot. Ok. Plan…C? D? Who knows. She has to get up at some point while moms gone and Ill scream and yell so she’ll notice me and remember.
“OK dear ill be back in a few hours then heading over to Kates. If you see Rob, tell him thank you for my present. I still haven’t thanked him yet.”
“No prob mom. Bye.”
I heard the door close. Now I just wait. Again time passes. I feel Susan shift and move. Getting back into a sitting position, but she doesn’t get up. Suddenly I hear a ringing. Her cell phone! This is it. I feel the weight lift off me. I hear her run upstairs.
“No way he did not say that.”
There she is.
“Susan! Susan its me Rob! Remember in the couch?”
“He is such a jerk.”
“Susan!”
“Whatever. I wouldn’t date him.”
Why isn’t she answering me? She comes into view by my feet and I see why. She has her Bluetooth headphones in. You could drop a bomb and she wouldn’t hear it.
“What did Mary say?
Susan plops down on my legs. She then spins and puts her feet right on my face. They smell horrible. Not as bad as her ass, but still bad. She gets figety and moves her feet every so often. Rubs all over my face and of course my exposed mouth. Im kissing my sisters feet. This is a nightmare. But the thing about nightmares is they get worse.
“Yeah I should go anyway.”
I felt her feet move from my face. This is my chance.
“Susa…ackkk!”
“No way! Shut. Up.”
She must have decided to change her mind about hanging up, because her feet went back to face. Unfortunately right as I was calling her. So of course, her foot was resting on my tongue. Her foot was rubbing my tongue keeping it pressed firmly against my lips. Back and forth with both feet. It tasted worse than it smelled. How could she not feel it? I guess because I haven’t had anything to drink in over a day I don’t have much saliva. But I had just enough to taste all her feet flavor.
“Oh hey Lila I got to go. Someone just pulled in. Talk to you later.”
Oh no. Moms home. She didn’t get me out. Im gonna be stuck for a few more hours until she leaves for the party. This just keeps getting worse. I feel Susan get off and see her take off her head phones.
“Aunt Kate? What are you doing here?”
“Oh Susan it’s a mess. Ants! We have ants.”
“On no. So the partys off?”
“No just relocated. I talked to your mom and its gonna be here.”
“Here?”
“Yes dear. Gives us a chance to try out the new couch your mom keeps raving about. Ooh there it is. It looks nice. Well let me bring these to the kitchen. Rob did a nice job.”
“Yeah he…Oh my God!”
There it is.
“Susan dear are you ok?”
“Oh yes just thought I saw a spider.”
“Ooh I hope not. Ants. Spiders. Oh what a horrible day.”
You don’t know horrible Aunt Kate. I see Susan come into view. Shes looking down at me. Her eyes tell the story. She looks sad and apologetic. She turns to the kitchen.
“Um Aunt Kate. How many girls are coming over?”
“Oh not many dear. Only about 10 or so.”
10 women. All different shapes, ages, and sizes. All coming to test out the new couch. Susan turns back to me.
“Rob Im so sorry. I didn’t mean to forget. You were just so comfy and then Lila called.”
“I don’t care Susan!”
“You don’t have to be mean” she pouted.
“Susan just shut up and get me out of here before….”
There was a knock at the door.
“Oh that must be them. Get the door please Susan?”
“Yes Aunt Kate….Rob…Im…”
“Just…just get the door.”
I saw her hurt expression as she walked off. 10 women. For who knows how long. When will this Hell ever end?
PART 7
“Susan! How are you dear?”
“Hi Ms. McDonald. I’m well come in”
Ms. McDonald. Our next door neighbor. She was in her early 40s but looked in her late 20s. I always had a huge crush on her. I heard her walk in as Susan greeted another guest. It was Mrs Sapp, my moms coworker. I didn’t pay much attention as I saw Ms. McDonald walk in. Through the hole I could see she looked amazing. A low cut dress with a short frilly skirt. Now this was someone I actually wanted to sit on me. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. I watched as she slowly ran her hand over the couch. She was down by my legs and leaning over. I could see her deep cleavage and was that a hint of a nipple? I started to feel a stirring. Oh no. Not now! I’m getting hard?! I tried to think of unsexy things when I felt it. Her hand rubbed over my dick. She pressed down on it.
“I can see why your mom likes the couch Susan. The cushion feels firm yet soft.”
She rubbed her hand back and forth. She was stroking my cock without even knowing. If she keeps this up I’m gonna explode! How does she not feel it? She finally stopped and then looked at me. But it wasn’t like she was looking at the cushion, it looked like she was looking right at me. She smiled and then moved away. Did she see me?! Oh no. Is she gonna tell my mom and everyone? Are they gonna think I’m some kind of pervert? No she couldn’t have seen me. All you can see is my eye and mouth and only if you look close. My thoughts were interrupted as aunt Kate walked into the room.
“Ok let’s set this party up. I have streamers and balloons and oh no!”
I looked as one of the balloons got out of aunt Kates hand and floated on the ceiling stopping just above the couch near my legs.
“Well that won’t do”
“I’ll get it Aunt Kate!”
I barely had time to understand what was happening as I felt a huge pressure on my erect dick. Susan had stood on the couch to reach the balloon. She stepped right on my dick. Then she stepped up with the other foot right on my balls. The pain was immense. It got worse as she started to bounce.
“I’ve almost got it. It’s so close.”
She started to lightly jump. My dick and balls were getting stomped.
“Ugh. It’s no use.”
She got down and walked over to my head. My groin was on fire.
“Here let me try.”
Oh no. I watched as my Aunt stepped onto my poor dick. She was heavier than Susan by a lot. I started to groan. As she lifted her other foot onto me I heard he say
“What’s that noise? It sounds like a growl. Or a moan. Like someone in pain.”
“I don’t know Aunt Kate but be careful. Rob put a lot work into the couch…oh, Oh!”
Susan looked down at me and saw the pain in my eye and saw me gritting my teeth. Meanwhile Aunt Kate went on her tip toes putting more pressure on the tip of my dick and my left ball. I started to scream but was cut off as Susan plopped onto my face hard.
“Sorry Rob but we can’t have Aunt Kate find you. You’re making too much noise” she whispered to me.
“Oh Golly it’s right there come on.”
Aunt Kate leaned more and applied more pressure. I screamed into Susan’s ass. She could feel it.
“Um maybe you should just let it go. It’s one balloon. Come on down.”
“I know I can get it.”
“Kate!”
Uh oh. Moms home.
“What are you doing to Robs gift?!”
I felt Aunt Kate step down. The relief was wonderful.
“Sorry sis. I was just trying to get that balloon. The couch is fine. It’s actually pretty sturdy. You said so yourself. Hey! You’re taller than me, you can probably get it!”
Oh sweet Lord no.
“Fine. But let’s make it quick. The rest of the guests will be here soon.”
I could hear my mom walk around the couch and remove her shoes.
“Oh uh mom are sure that’s a good idea? I mean it’s still a new couch and you don’t want to break it.”
Thank you Susan.
“It’s fine dear. It’ll be fast and Kates right. Rob did a great job.”
Suddenly I felt a pressure on my poor beaten dick. The pressure got more and more. My dick was getting flatter and flatter. Thank goodness Susan’s ass was there to cover my screams. I felt the pressure slightly and then the other foot came down on my balls. My mom moved around to get her balance pounding my privates.
“Ok let’s see.”
I felt the weight increase as she got on her tip toes. It was unbearable. Please stop. The pressure let up abit.
“Hmm just out of reach. A small jump should do it.”
“Jump? Mom I don’t think that’s…”
Before Susan could finish I felt the weight come off me and then come crashing down.
“Almost got it”
She jumped again. And again. And again. My dick and balls were crushed over and over. I started to cry.
“One more big one should do it”
I felt my mom lift off…
“Got it!”
And land with both feet on my balls. I yelled into Susan’s ass louder than I ever had.
“Did anyone hear that?”
“No mom. Didn’t hear a thing. How about you come down now?”
I felt the weight leave as my mom got down. I couldn’t feel my dick or balls. I thought for sure she popped them or I was bleeding. I heard her give the balloon to Aunt Kate and they left the room with Ms. McDonald to join Mrs. Sapp in the kitchen. Susan slowly got up.
“Oh my God. Rob are you ok?”
I couldn’t say anything.
“Rob PLEASE.”
I slowly opened my eye.
“Susan. You have to get me out of here.”
“I know. This is too much. I’ll go get some scissors and cut you out right now.”
Susan left. I was able to move my hand to my groin. My dick was swollen but not bleeding. My balls were still intact but incredibly sore. While I was recovering I heard someone enter the room.
“My my my. That was something huh?”
Ms. McDonald? Who is she talking to?
“You know I almost stepped in when your mom got on the couch, but what could I say? Be careful Mary you’re stepping on your son. Who would believe me?”
She walked over and looked down at me and smirked.
“Right Rob?”
PART 8
“Ms. McDonald, you know I’m in here?” I whispered.
“Of course I do dear. And haven’t I told you to call me Bea?”
“Yes Ms., um Bea.”
“That’s better.”
“But how did you know about me?”
“Well that’s quite a story. Let me get comfy and I’ll tell you about it.”
Before I could react, Bea turned around and sat on my chest. I wheezed a bit.
“Oh my my. This IS comfy. You make such a good couch Robby.”
My heart fluttered as she said the nickname she gave me years ago.
“Hmm. Very comfy” she said as she bounced a bit.
“Ah yes so it’s really quite simple. I was looking through my window earlier today. You know the window. My bedroom window? The one I’ve caught you peeking in quite a few times you naughty boy. Tell me, did you ever see anything?”
“What? No! Never!”
She leaned over and looked into my eyes putting more pressure onto my chest.
“You wouldn’t be lying to old Bea now would you? Never saw me in a towel dripping wet? Caught me changing my bra as my big breasts fell free? Oh dear I hope you never saw me when I pleasured myself.”
She gave me a wink and leaned back easing the pressure.
“Anyway, I noticed you working on the couch and thought what a sweet boy you were. Helping out your mother. Then to my surprise I saw Susan trap you in the couch. I thought it was funny until she sat on you. I was concerned but not worried too much. Then I saw your mother come in and plop herself down on you. I rushed over to see if I could help get her off you but she and your sister were already gone. I saw the cushion, you, on the ground. I saw you move and figured you were ok and went home. I assumed they’d find you and get you out. Oh how wrong I was. It wasn’t until I came over and saw Susan talking to the couch that I knew you were still here. But that begs the question. Why?”
“Why? Why what?”
“Why are you still in the couch? Then I thought maybe you like it. Maybe you’re not so sweet. Maybe you like being sat on by women. Even your mom and sister.”
“No! No I hate it! I keep asking Susan to get me out but she keeps forgetting. You know how ditzy she can be. And now with this party it’s been hard.”
“Oh yes. I know it’s hard.”
She placed a hand on my dick again.
“Quite hard indeed.”
“Bea please you have to help me.”
“So you’re not enjoying it at all? Not even a tiny bit?”
“What? No!”
“So you wouldn’t enjoy it if I did it? If I sat on your face? Feeling my weight pressing down? Smelling my most intimate of areas? Tell me, would you rather your nose in my pussy or my ass?”
“I, uh, I…” I started to stammer. What is happening?
“Ok Rob I found the scissors. Oh, Ms. McDonald hi. Um I was just..”
“It’s ok Susan dear. I know about Rob. I know he’s the couch.”
“You do?”
“Yes he explained everything to me. He’s told me how helpful you’ve been.”
“He has?! Oh Rob thank you! I’ve really been trying to get you out but all these things keeps happening.”
Susan started to cry.
“Oh it’s alright dear. Here come sit by me” Bea says as she pats my face. Susan starts to walk over.
“Sus..!” I try to yell but Bea covers my mouth. I watch as an all too familiar sight happens. Susan turns around and sits on my face just as Bea moves her hand. She leans her head on Beas shoulder.
“Oh there there. It’s ok dear. He’s lucky to have such a good sister.”
Susan cries for a few more minutes then seems to calm down.
“Thank you Ms. McDonald. It’s just been a rough day. Well more rough for Rob. Oh my god Rob!”
Susan starts to get off my face when I feel a pressure come back down. Bea has pushed Susan back down.
“Ms. McDonald what’re you…?”
“Shh it’s ok dear. Rob wants this.”
WHAT?!?!?!?!
“What do you mean?”
“Well as we were talking he mentioned how good it felt to be helping his mom and you.”
“He’s always been so kind.”
“Oh yes dear I know. That’s why he wanted me to tell you to not let him out. At least not until after the party.”
“Really?”
“Yes. It would be too complicated. How would you explain the broken couch? What if someone saw him come out? It’s too awkward and embarrassing.”
I felt Susan start to sit back and relax.
“I guess that makes sense.”
“It does! So he said just think of his as a couch for the rest of the party.”
“But what about mom? I know he doesn’t want her to sit on him again.”
“Oh no definitely not. But now that we both know we can run interference. Steer her away and make sure someone else is always sitting where you are.”
“I can do that!”
Susan started to bounce up and down on my face. I heard Bea stifle a laughter.
“I know you can dear.”
“Don’t worry bro. I’ll treat you just like a cushion.”
She laughed as she wiggled on my face. I can’t believe she was buying this.
“Ha oh. Uh oh. Excuse me Ms. McDonald but I have to go. I have to um, well,”
“Yes dear?”
“Pass gas” she whispered.
“Oh dear no need to leave. It’s a bodily function. Don’t be ashamed around me.”
“Oh that’s nice thank but I meant about Rob.”
“Rob? Robs not here. Remember dear? Just you, me, and this oh so comfy couch.”
“Oh right, but even that?”
“It’s what he wanted. Treat him just like a couch. Couches don’t care if they stink right?”
“Ha I guess you’re right.”
NO! Susan you gullible fool! I tried to move and wiggle but with the combined weight of Bea and my sister I couldnt move. I felt my sisters cheeks start to flex. Oh god. Susan let out a huge fart that went right in my nose.
“Oh man that feels better.”
“Oh I bet. And I don’t even smell it. The cushion must have good absorption”
“Ha I guess so. Good thing because I have a lot.”
“Well let her rip dear. I don’t mind but the other guests might. You should get them out while you can before they get back.”
“Oh you’re right. Sorry couch, you’re in for it ha.”
Susan proceeded to let fart after nasty fart into my face. Each smelled worse than the last. All I could think was why is Bea doing this?