By: Supperteap
Today was going to go down in the history books! At least...your history books.
Everything was planned out, you had been studying the mall for weeks, analysing every little detail, making your plan; and now, with three days off of work, it was time to strike. Your target was an old massage chair the mall had installed years ago. This thing had seen it’s fair share of abuse over the years, all kinds of people paying to use it! But nowadays it’s only really used as a bench.
The massage chair died out ages ago, and it’s internals were dumped and replaced with stuffing. It turns out whoever replaced the internals didn’t even finish the job, as the bottom of the chair could easily be opened up and a large amount of stuffing was missing. Which is where your plan comes into fruition: you were going to go inside of that chair.
Yep. All kinds of woman used that chair all throughout the day, meanwhile they’d have no idea they were sitting on your lap! It was ingenious.
So after bribing the security guard to let you in so early the employees hadn’t even shown up yet, you wormed your way over to the chair and now hovered around it like you were a starving animal stalking it’s prey.
It was easy enough to get in: rip apart the crappy seam, move around some of the stuffing until there was enough space to climb in, and then you dived inside of the fabric. It took some awkward positioning to get all the way in, but you were...semi-sure that you were in right. It felt like you were quite low to the ground, but it was so hard to tell. It was now you also realised you couldn’t get out...oh well, you’d deal with it later.
The fabric of the massage chair was almost impossible to see through, but when the lights came on you could just about see through it if you squinted. This gave you the perfect view of the entire mall as you waited for it to open. Occasionally some employees would walk past, but that was only your source of entertainment...until...her.
She worked at the nail salon just next to the massage chair’s location and had even walked past you a while ago, where you spotted her name tag: Rosa. But now she was back in your field of view, although now that she was up close, she was strangely...taller, than you’d expect.
“Ah, my favourite part of the morning…” Rosa sighed, moving towards you!
This was it, you were going to get so close to this woman and she had no idea!
But it was when she turned around that you first noticed something was off...her ass was slowly coming closer and closer to your face. So close in fact, you started to wonder if-
Your face was on the seat!?
With a crash, the employee slammed her ass directly onto your face. She wiggled a bit to get comfortable and the small fabric shield between you and her was shattered in seconds; your nose dug into her backside, your mouth just below her crotch.
“Hm, more comfy than usual…” Rosa remarked, wiggling even more. As she did so, your nose completely slipped into her crack through the tight leggings, and if it weren’t for her panties or the thin fabric of her leggings, you would’ve met her asshole. Unfortunately for you, while you didn’t reach it physically, the smell was still there.
Air started to get more and more difficult. Breathing out of your mouth proved to be impossible with her crotch above it, so you only had one option: breathe through your nose.
You exhaled, and the woman got goosebumps all over her body. She quickly stood up, but the seat returned to normal before she could see your nose.
“Huh...that felt...nice. But the vibrations are broken, aren’t they?” she thought about it for a moment, before a huge squeal left her throat. “Oh, my, god! They finally fixed it!?”
Rosa quickly dropped back onto your face roughly. “It’s even free now, god that’s amazing…” You held your breath, not wanting to get caught, but she noticed it instantly. “Hm, maybe I need to...kickstart it.”
You didn’t know what she meant until you suddenly felt the back of her heeled shoes kick the chair, right where your crotch was. The pain was intense, so you quickly started breathing in and out again, both thankful you could breathe air and that the pain stopped.
And with that she settled in, where she’d remain for the next hour till the mall opened. All the while, she’d fart, sweat, and grind her butt crack through your nose. You couldn’t believe this, you wanted to spy on people and now this bitch was using you as furniture!
The farts left a noxious smell that never went away, getting trapped in the small space of the chair. That’s not even getting started on the sweat, which not only dripped into your mouth but soaked your clothes, hair, and god knows what else. This was horrible! You would’ve thrown up if your mouth wasn’t pressed into fabric. You wanted to spend the day with women on your lap, being able to feel their very being in front of you, not having their ass pressed into your face...
Finally she stood up, but this only spelled disaster for you. Every customer in Rosa’s shop would hear her gossiping about the new fixed chair, and hundreds of people would use you all day. Some would be there a few minutes, others hours! Each one farted, sweated, and injured you in so many ways.
Most people that used you were on the...larger side. Their huge flesh would make you feel like death as you tried to hold it up, and every fart they exhaled had not a single bit of air to escape from, meaning it could only go one place: down your lungs.
You would’ve escaped as soon as the employee left that morning, but with the strange positioning of your body, you were trapped, completely at these people’s will, breathing in their swamp ass, farts, and so, so much more. Your body was growing numb, you had been used by so many women…
But it wasn’t over yet.
It was late in the day when he showed up; a very, very large – much larger than the other mall-goers who had used you – old man who looked like he was exhausted. He had heard the gossip about his favourite massage chair being fixed, and he couldn’t wait! Finally done with his shopping, he started dropping onto the chair, and your fate was spelled out in front of you.
With him sitting on you, you couldn’t see a thing, completely blinded by his...mass. Each movement made your muscles ache, you started seeing stars! But every time your ‘massaging’ was just a little out of his enjoyment, he’d kick you until you woke up and started pleasuring him again.
You knew he’d be there until security kicked him out, and as his swamp-ass sweat started to drip into your mouth and eyes, you mentally cried, regretting ever doing this in the first place...