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Small World: Dine 'n Dash Chatter filled the air of the dimly lit restaurant, each raised voice competing with it's neighbor to be heard. The Fat Tomato was a popular establishment, serving casual Italian pub food that tasted as good as it looked, and regularly drew a busy crowd. Tonight was something else though. Every seat in the house was occupied, and a line of hungry, impatient people stretched out the door and down the street. The staff was slightly overwhelmed by the flood of customers, and the fact that three of their regular wait staff called in sick wasn't helping things. "Excuse me!" Harvey called, waving his arms to try and get the waitresses attention as she stormed past. She didn't even glance in his direction. "Jeez.. It's been like half an hour since she sat me here.. But I guess it is super busy.." Pacing over to the edge of the table, Harvey tried to avoid making eye contact with the people standing at the front of the restaurant. He could practically feel their annoyed gazes and hear their irritated voices as they complained about him having a whole table to himself. "Why should a tiny get a whole table?" One grumbled. "Can't they like, seat him in the bathroom or something?" Another moaned. He tried not to let it get to him, but it was hard not to. He knew that he deserved this table just as much as anyone else. Despite his size, he was still a person. Elsewhere in the restaurant, Sona was trying to keep herself from screaming as she darted back and forth between tables and the kitchen. She was currently handling the work of three people all by herself, and it was starting to show. Her hair was unkempt, her forehead coated in sweat, and her once neat bun now messy and frizzy. It seemed like every time she finished one table, another two new tables were calling her over. Suffice it to say, when her boss, Mario, appeared in front of her, nearly causing her to spill her tray of drinks, she was not happy to see him. He had been dumping work on her all night and from the look on his face she was about to get even more. "Sona! I have two lovely ladies here who need to be seated immediately!" He ordered in his 'In front of the customers' voice. Behind him stood two fashionably dressed women who looked to be in their early twenties. Sona recognized them almost immediately as two socialites that lived in the area and were constantly in the tabloids. Thanks to their rich father they had an endless cash flow, an entitled attitude, and had probably never worked a day in their lives. Danica, the younger of the pair, was currently tapping away on her phone. Her silk shirt looked to be more expensive than a month's worth of tips, and her pair of jeans looked like they'd been chewed on by a pack of rabid dogs, and were probably designed that way. Her perky breasts and perfectly sculpted rear most likely had enough money invested in them to pay for Sona's rent three times over. The older sister, Blythe, was almost a spitting image of her younger counterpart. The only way you could tell them apart at a glance was that her assets were considerably more... rotund. She was sporting a rather revealing red spaghetti strap top which barely contained her heaving chest, and wrapped tightly around her waist was a leather skirt that just reached her upper thigh and was stretched taut around her ass, conforming to each peak and valley of her glorious rear. "Of course. Let me just see if we have a table open." Sona replied, putting all her effort into keeping herself from sounding sarcastic. "We definitely have a table for you ladies, don't you worry! I'm not going to let the daughters of the richest man in the city go hungry!" Mario exclaimed, smiling his greasy smile at the two frowning women. "Better hope so, or Daddy is going to have to come down here and re-evaluate the lease." Blythe threatened, her words dripping with a disdain. "No need for that!" Mario stammered, wiping his brow and glaring back at Sona in a way that suggested she would be jobless if she didn't find a table pronto. Scanning the sea of full tables, Sona miraculously spotted one without customers seated in it. "They must have just left" She thought to herself, before turning back to her boss and the two rich snobs. "There's a table over there, let me just go make sure it's ready for you." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harvey walked back to where the waitress had set up his tiny seating. He was pretty sure it was just one of those plastic things they use to keep pizza from sticking to the top of the box, but it was better than sitting cross-legged and eating off the real tabletop. He busied himself watching one of the many televisions mounted to the ceiling, there was another Tiny Lives Matter protest going on downtown, although it looked like this one got disrupted by someone with anti-tiny sentiments. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the waitress heading towards him, so he started trying to flag her down again. "Hey! Over here!" He shouted as she grew closer and closer, eventually stopping beside his table. "Finally! You guys must be pretty busy tonight-" He was cut off as the waitress' hand, holding a damp rag, swept across the table. The smell of stale dish water hit him as he was knocked ass over teakettle, tumbling away from her swooping motions as she cleaned the table. His belongings were sent flying off in a different direction, just disappearing over the edge of the table as he did the same. Harvey let out a shout as he rolled off the edge, gravity taking hold and pulling him down towards the empty seat pushed under the table. He landed with a thump, bouncing off the plush seat cushion before coming to a rest in the center of the chair. Rubbing his head, he groaned and rolled over onto his back, thankful that the chair had at least broken his fall. Any further and he might've turned into a puddle and had to wait to reform. "What the hell was that about?" He thought, looking to the right at the waitress' legs as she finished cleaning the table. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sona wiped down the table, glancing over her shoulder at her boss standing impatiently with the two women. She flashed them a fake smile, hurrying her honestly rather useless table prep. The table hadn't been that dirty, she just felt like making them wait for a few more seconds. As she finished she waved them over, Mario wishing them a delightful meal before heading back to the kitchen. "Ugh.. Not even a booth?" Danica complained, her nose wrinkled as if she was offended to be even offered anything less. "I'm very sorry ladies, but this is the only table available." Sona replied, her fake smile never leaving her face. "Whatever. I'm starving so let's just eat. We just won't leave a tip." Blythe snapped, shoving past Sona and heading for her seat. Sona's smile faltered, but she maintained her composure. "I'll be right back with your menus.. Please have a seat." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hey!! Down here! You knocked me off the table!" Harvey cried out to the waitress standing obliviously with her back to him. It was futile to even try to compete with the din of voices in the restaurant, but he figured he'd at least try, even if there was no way she would hear him. From his low viewpoint he watched as two more people approached, pausing in front of the waitress. One was wearing tattered and hole-ridden jeans, a style that he never quite understood but saw quite frequently on all the trendy women downtown. The other was all legs, her thighs disappearing into a black leather skirt. He listened as the one wearing jeans complained about the table, an unsettling feeling growing in his stomach. Did they think this was their table? His suspicions turned into panic as the one wearing the skirt stepped towards him, her arm appearing above as her perfectly manicured fingers gripped the back of the chair. The ground beneath him shifted backwards suddenly, throwing him off balance and sending him sprawling forward. It took him a second to gather his senses and roll over, blinking as the lights of the restaurant shone down on him. A massive object swayed into view, blocking the light and casting him in shadow. The massive, leather covered object towered over him, two pillars of flesh protruding from below it. Harvey looked up, and up, scanning the mountain of woman as she side stepped in front of him, shuffling over until she was positioned above him. Her immense, leather clad rear ballooned in size as her knees bent, priming her ass for its descent towards her seat. He was in awe at just how large this woman's rear was, and found himself actually staring at her curves. Despite the imminent doom, he could feel his pants getting tighter. Then her ass began to fall. His brain took over for his loins again as it realized the danger he was in, but it was too late. This was going to hurt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Here are your menus. Can I start you with something to drink?" "Of course... Be right back." The waitress replied, quickly getting herself out of there before she exploded in rage. She hadn't even taken a few steps when she heard the girls start badmouthing her. "God what a bitch." Danica sneered. "Right? Like just do your job without all the attitude. Not our fault you're an ugly cow." Blythe replied, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. "These chairs are fucking trash. But I guess that suits this dump." She emphasized her point by lifting her ass off the seat and smashing it down a couple times, trying to smooth out any bumps in the foam. A discerning eye might've spotted the vaguely man-shaped blob flattened to the cushion beneath her expansive behind, getting flatter and flatter with each successive crushing. "Ugh, like, you're so right. We should just get Daddy to shut it down and turn it into like a Starbucks or something." Danica snickered. "Oh my god. Amaaaazing idea Danny. I'll text him now." Blythe said, whipping out her phone and tapping away just as Sona returned. "Your wine ladies." She said bluntly. "Chateau Montblanc, 1910." In truth she had just grabbed the first bottle she saw in the back room, but she knew that these two bimbos wouldn't know the difference. She still planned on charging them for the vintage wine though. "Oooh sounds fancy. Just leave the bottle." Blythe cooed, shifting in her seat happily. "Of course." Sona replied, smiling through her teeth. "Are you ready to order?" "I'll have the three cheese ravioli. Make it gluten free." Blythe stated, shoving her menu into Sona's chest. "Gluten free? It's pasta-" "I have a gluten sensitivity." She stated matter-of-factly, her lips curling into a smug smirk. Sona sighed, she was positive that the restaurant didn't have gluten free pasta, but she didn't care much anymore. "One gluten free ravioli. What about you?" "I'll take the lasagna, but like instead of those weird flat noodles, can you like make them longer and like skinny?" Danica mused, twirling her hair around her finger. "I think you mean spa- nevermind. Yes we can do that. I'll be back with your food later." Sona said, too fed up to deal with these idiots. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Despite being tiny for most of his life, Harvey had been lucky enough to have avoided being sat on so far. He'd heard stories off it from other tinies, who described as not unlike being run over by a steam roller, but he had to admit that didn't do it justice. As the woman's ass descended towards him he remembered some advice he'd gotten from another tiny man. "Lay flat. You don't want to be accordioned, takes a lot longer to recover." So he just laid there, since there didn't look to be a way of avoiding the doom falling towards him. For a brief moment he could see the detail of the leather, then it went black. A steamroller wasn't even comparable to the sensation he felt, a mountain was more accurate. His body was instantly pancaked, spreading out until he looked more like a stain on the chair than the person he had been mere moments before. Each of his limbs was splayed out, forced into a spread eagle position by the massive weight of the woman's ass. Her weight shifted, rocking left and right as she got comfortable and smearing Harvey's body across the seat. Then all was still, leaving him with nothing but the unbearable, inescapable weight. He could hear her talking, well, it was more like he could feel the vibrations of her voice through her ass. He couldn't make out anything she was saying, just the general indication that she was conversing with somebody else. "I need to get out of here..." He thought, trying in vain to push back against the flesh holding him down, but his pathetic arms couldn't even lift off the seat. Suddenly light flooded in as he felt her weight leaving him. Maybe she had noticed? Was he that lucky? If only. Not a second later her butt came crashing back down, slamming into the seat with such force that he nearly blacked out from the strain his body was under. Again her ass rose, and again it came down, her cheeks shaking as they crashed into the seat, the legs of the chair creaking as they strained to hold up the voluptuous woman. Each time she bounced he felt himself becoming flatter, until he couldn't even tell where his body ended and the chair began. After the third round of bouncing she seemed satisfied with the beating she had given him and the cushion, and her movements grew still again. Harvey listened to the vibrations through her thick glutes as she resumed her conversation, contemplating how this could get any worse... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "One gluten-free ravioli, and a lasagna.." Sona sighed, settling the piping hot plates of food down on the table in front of their respective owners. "Finally! Did you have to grow the tomatoes yourselves?" Blythe said, smirking at her sister, who giggled annoyingly in response. "Apologies for the wait... I hope you enjoy.." As Sona left the girls dug in, slicing and scarfing their way through their meals. Blythe happily gulped down the pockets of meat and cheese, unaware of the fact that her stomach was not going to be quite as content with digesting it. Danica was equally pleased, her spaghetti lasagna cooked to near perfection. "Mhm.. This is like, actually kinda good." She said after slurping down a saucy noodle. "Yeah. But I'm still getting Daddy to... Urgh." Blythe replied before being interrupted by her stomach, which let out an upset grumble. "That didn't sound good." Danica said, a worried expression on her face. Blythe let out a frustrated growl. "These fucking raviolis aren't gluten free! I'm going to kill that waitress..." Another groan made her double over and twist in her seat in pain. "Oh god.. Danica we need to go.." Understanding what her sister meant, Danica started trying to flag down Sona, who was busy handling another table. When her frantic waving didn't work, she decided to try a more direct tactic. "Alright guys I'll get that right out for-" Sona said, before a wet noodle slapped onto her forehead. "-you." Looking around, she spotted one of the snooty sisters waving at her, motioning for her to come over. She sighed, then picked the noodle off and headed over. As Sona approached the table of her least favorite customers she could tell that something wasn't right. Blythe was doubled over, clutching her stomach and making pained groans, and her sister had a very worried expression on her face. "You bitch... gave me gluten.." Blythe moaned, her teeth gritted. "Apologies ma'am, I'll have the kitchen send out another-" "Forget it! Just send the che- urghh" "Uh oh.. Better get away from her." Danica said, wincing as her sister laid her head on the table. Just as Sona was about to question why, the pained princess let out a horrendous noise. The sound of a chainsaw being revved underwater cut through the din of the restaurant, immediately putting a stop to the chatter. Blythe blushed, her embarrassment overshadowed only by the relief she was currently feeling as her guts belched into the cushion of her chair. The patrons sitting behind her got the brunt of the emission, the pair turned green as the cloud of toxic fumes washed over them before they staggered to their feet and dashed towards the restrooms. The couple had been on their first date and Sona could tell that it wasn't going well, but at least they had something to talk about now. People snapped pictures of the blushing blonde as she stood, fuming at the person she blamed for this whole mess. "You god damn whore! I said gluten-free!" Sona couldn't help but smirk, "Apologies again. There must've been a mix-up in the kitchen." Blythe let out a frustrated growl, her fists clenched in anger. "You'll be hearing from my lawyer!" She shouted as she stomped towards the door, her sister in hot pursuit. If there was a hell on Earth, Harvey was pretty sure it was located underneath the ass of this woman. The unyielding, crushing weight of her ass was maddening beyond imagination, yet there was nothing he could do but endure it and hope she would get up soon. Time passed frustratingly slowly in his pitch black pocket of the world, but the conversational vibrations seemed to have died down now, so he assumed the food had finally arrived. Another attempt to wiggle free ended in failure, however during his futile struggling he noticed a rather concerning development. Apparently the lengthy crushing, combined with his flattened, malleable form, was sticking him to the porous leather of her skirt. Whenever he tried to move his arms he felt them peeling away from the glossy material, not unlike how your legs stuck to leather car seats in hot weather. If he didn't get out of here soon he might just become an unwilling passenger on the booty express. A sudden shift in weight smeared him backwards across the seat. Something was wrong. Gurgles and groans from above broke the muffled silence under the expansive cheeks. Something was very wrong. He didn't know what, but his gut was telling him that things were about to get a lot worse. Her ass rocked forwards and back for the next couple minutes, massaging him into her skirt as the gurgling grew more and more worrisome, until finally it paused on the forward motion, letting a little bit of light creep in to Harvey's prison. Peeling his head off the wall of flesh, he caught his first glimpse of freedom in over an hour. If only his limbs would come free, he might be able to- A cacophony of horrid, wet, sputtering explosions gushed out from the depths of her ass, soaking the poor flattened man in a stench so thick he could almost see the swirling fumes rushing past his head. Harvey's body convulsed as the stomach churning jet of suffocating gas forced it's way into his body, worming it's way inside him until it nested in his lungs. The cloying stench of overripe cheese and rotten meat permeated his squashed form, overwhelming his senses until he wished he no longer had a nose. When the gale died down the stink clung to him, dripping off of his body in a way that suggested it wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon. As Harvey coughed and gagged in a desperate attempt to rid his body of the fecal miasma, he felt himself rising into the air. Or rather, the ass he was attached to was rising, he was just being brought along for the ride. "You god damn whore! I said gluten-free!" The woman he was stuck to raged, her butt quivering as it strained to contain more gas. Another hiss of steaming wind blew past him, burning his face as it made it flap in the wind like one of those inflatable tube men. Harvey screamed in despair as he felt her cheeks gyrate, the force of her angry stomps shaking her ass each time she took a step. She was leaving the restaurant! From his swaying vantage point he watched as people snapped pictures of his captor as she stormed out, the other woman she had arrived with following behind her. As they exited into the cool night air he was at least partially thankful for some reprieve from the stench. "I can't believe that bitch gave we gluten! I'm going to make sure she never works in this town again!" Blythe said. "We'll talk to Daddy when we get home! She won't survive what happens next!" Danica replied. "Hey Bly, you've uh.. Looks like you sat in something." "Are you fucking kidding me?! How could this night get any worse?" She said, half sobbing as she stomped petulantly. "Just call our ride.. I need a massage." Harvey had hoped that being noticed meant the end of this horrible night, but when all he received in the way of help was a disgusted look from the blonde standing behind him, he knew he wasn't out of the woods yet. "What did I do to deserve this Danny?" Blythe whined, leaning against a lamp post and squishing her butt into the cold metal. "Now those assholes are going to post me farting all over twitter!" "Don't worry I'll get our publicist to like, do something about it." Danica replied after hanging up on their driver. "Marco will be here in a minute." "Thank god, I can't wait to-" Blythe started, pausing to push out another rancid butt-bomb that rattled against the lamp post. "Urgh.. Go home." Harvey listened to the two woman whine and bicker about their situation, the irony not lost on him as he was compressed between cold metal and soft, unyielding flesh. He had just wanted to have a nice meal, but he supposed that wasn't something that someone of his stature could enjoy anymore. Less than an hour ago he was about to eat some delicious pasta, and now he was stuck to a rich girl's rear smelling what remained of hers. As if on cue, another barrage of fetid farts rattled him against the pole, spewing tart gas into his face and hammering home just how awful his current predicament was. "Gross. Don't you have your pills?" Danica said, taking a step back and fanning the air in front of her nose. "No I don't have my pills Mom." Blythe shot back as a jet black limousine pulled up. She pushed off the pole and flung the door open, then crawled inside and plopped down onto the plush leather seat. "Not looking forward to this trip..." Danica mumbled under her breath, before getting in and sitting on the opposite side of the compartment. If Harvey could hear her, he probably would have agreed, but once again he was sandwiched between leather, compressed beyond all recognition as his oblivious captor pumped greasy expulsions into him out of her burning asshole. He could only hope that the ride wasn't too long... |
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