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The other day was very pleasant for me and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. Remember? When I squashed the shit out of you in my office? God, it was exhilarating. I mean, sure, there are other, “specimens,” I could easily find in this office building, but you were just so easy to control and dominate. I think I might have a bit of a, “crush,” on you. Since I am an executive, I figured it might be appropriate to visit some of the different departments in the building to get to know them better. Why not start with the IT department? I went to the elevator and pressed the button for floor one, but I still have to go down a flight of stairs for the basement. I knock on the door and I can hear your voice, talking to someone else. You open the door, only to see me and a lust-filled smile. “Hey there, this is the IT department, right?” Pretending not to know you. “Uhh... yeah...” you are just flabbergasted. I’m sure you didn’t expect to see me so soon. It has only been a couple of days. “Who is it?” Another voice from inside the office says. You try to answer, “Oh, it’s umm...” but I squeeze my hips through the door, brushing the door frame on each side and belly bump you inside playfully, staggering you backwards. “Oh! I’m sorry about that.” I give you a subtle wink. I then turn to the other side of the room to see a thin, young woman sitting at her desk, your colleague I presume? “Hello there young lady. I’m Celia, from the top floor. I figured it would be nice of me to visit the different departments and see if you needed anything.” I say. “Oh, that’s very good of you.” Your coworker turns to you, “She seems like a nice boss, right?” You feel very tense as you try to answer. Do you tell the truth, or play along? “Umm yeah... really nice...” I knew you didn’t have it in you. “Anyway,” I start, “There seems to be a problem on floor 6 with a handsome mans’ computer and he asked for someone down here to look at it.” “Wait!” Your coworker perks up. “A nice looking guy on 6? You mean, Kevin?” She seems very eager. “Yes! That’s his name.” I don’t even know who she’s talking about. She turns to you and begs to go up. “Please? I’ve been wanting an excuse to talk to him since I’ve started here and this might be it!” How can you say no to that cute face? “Well... I could go with you...?” You say, “Nonsense!” I interject, “you don’t want to mess up her chance with Kevin right? Besides, who else would show me the ins and outs of IT without you?” “Great!” Your coworker doesn’t seem to give it a second thought. “I’ll head up now then, wish me luck!” She grabs her bag and heads out of the office. Now, it’s just the two of us. “Well... uhh... I better get going too. Lots to do actually.” You say nervously. You go over to your desk, grab your bag and turn around to the door, only to find that I’ve maneuvered myself into the door frame, completely blocking your escape. “Why the rush?” I say softly. “Didn’t you miss me?” “Please, Celia... My ribs are still sore from last time. I can’t survive another round...” you plead. “Let’s make one thing clear,” I lecture you, “I’m the only one who makes the rules around here. Not only do I outrank you in career, you can’t even physically stop me. I’m both large and in charge haha!” You get a bit mad at me taunting you. You drop your bag and back up a bit, it looks like you’re gonna try to get a running start and barge into me. This ought to be interesting. You then charge and try to shoulder tackle into my belly in order to escape, you make your impact and rush into my large soft stomach, but it’s like running into a giant bouncy ball and you bounce off me. Since my hips are wedged in the door tightly and I weigh significantly more than you, I don’t budge a single inch. You bounce off of my huge frame and fall back on the floor. “Hahaha!” I give out a booming laugh. “Oh man, that was pretty funny. You do realize how much bigger than you I am, right? You would need three MORE of you to even have a chance to get me to move.” You sit up in some slight shock. You really thought that was going to work, which is one of the things I love about our game. You still think you have a chance to fight me off. “Alright, come over here, I need your help with something.” I say. You look a little confused but intrigued. You stand up and carefully walk over to me, still in the doorway. “I seem have gotten myself stuck, hon.” I reach my arms forward, presenting them to you. “I need you to pull me out, please...?” I asked with a cute face. You obviously don’t want to help me, but what can you do? This is literally the only way in or out so if you have a chance of escape, this is a time you HAVE to help me. You grab my hands and pull back. You are surprised though, because all of a sudden, I step forward and while keeping my eyes on you the whole time, I fall forward into you and then we both fall on the floor, with me landing on top of you with a loud thud! “Haha! Oh, I guess I didn’t actually need your help at all. My bad!” I say playfully. Since I’m a little taller, your entire head is smothered right in between my boobs while your whole torso is enveloped by my belly, resting on the floor of either side of you. You are trying to yell and push me off, but it can’t possibly be done. “Mmmm this is really nice. I always say that taking power naps during a workday can improve your productivity. What do you think? Should I lay here for a half hour or so?” I can only hear muffled screams in answer to it and feel you shaking your head within my massive cleavage. “Sorry hon, but I can’t hear you. All you have to say is, ‘please mistress, get your beautiful, fat ass off me,’ and I’ll get up.” I jokingly say. Your muffles start to die down a bit so you can conserve your energy. Instead, you try using your legs, but that isn’t proving to be useful either since my thick thighs are trapping them as well. I lay here for another half a minute before I finally decide to roll off of you. As soon as I do, you get a large gasp of breath in and hug your midsection. I imagine I damaged it quite a bit during our fall. “Mmm was that good for you, babe?” I say laying next to you and brushing your hair with my hand. “You.... you’re crazy. Why did you pick me?” You ask. “Why?” I say, I then move my hand down to your erection, “THIS is why. Stop pretending that you don’t like this, hon. Although, on the other hand, I like that you have some fight in you.” You don’t know what to say and before you figure anything out I interrupt, “Still won’t admit it, huh? Maybe you need a bigger sample?” “Wait! Celia I-“ it’s too late for you though, I was laying in a position where I could easily roll my belly and body back over onto you. I then move over onto the other side, steam rolling you. “Haha, just a little bit of pain. Come on, you can take it.” You want to scream out again, but I then steam roll over you in the opposite direction. I continue to roll back and forth on top of you, my belly, stretching out across your entire body every time and encasing you tightly in my fat. You extend your arms every time I’m coming over you, but my belly is far too heavy for your weak muscles. Your arms get crumpled down under my weight and you can only feel your chest compress inward, almost feeling like a little bit further down each time. I steam roll over you about ten times before I decide it’s enough, leaving you there, panting and gasping in a high pitch for breath and relief. “Oh god... that felt really good.” I bite my bottom lip while looking down at my prey. “I think it’s time I take a break though. Takes a lot of core strength to move this body back and forth like that.” You hear me saying this as if it’s a relief and break for you, but “fat,” chance of that happening. I stand up and reach down for you, you know from prior experience what’s about to happen as you feel my arms wrap around your midsection. You try your best to fight back since your arms are free as well, but you took way too much damage to be able to try anything that could have a possibility of working. “You know, sitting at a desk all day must be a killer on your back. What if I help you out with that with a good back crack?” I say, at which point, I increase the strength of my grip around you and the room is then filled with a combination of popping sounds and your groans of pain. I’ve lifted you up so high in a bear hug, you’re now taller than me, you try to reach for my arms to release you, but at this angle you can only slap my rolls of back fat. I feel this of course and love how desperate you are in your attempts to get out, the thought of me being so much fatter and stronger than you is just a real turn on for me. You couldn’t even bear hug me back, as I’m too wide, but here I am, pressing you into my belly extremely tight. It would almost look like my stomach could absorb you with how much strength I’m giving this one. As strong as I am though, I can’t hold you forever and I turn and walk with you back over to your desk, dropping you in it. You are sat at your desk with me eclipsing the light of the room over you. I’m about to speak when all of a sudden from the hallway, “Hey bud? You still here?” It’s your coworker from earlier! She’ll save you. You decide to try to call out for help since you don’t think you can take anymore, “Hey! I’m-“ but I had to think quickly and I sit down on top of you in a hurry before she even walks into the room. Your coworker then rounds the corner, only seeing me, sitting in your chair, with you nowhere else to be found. “Hey,” she says, “How’s the tour going?” “Oh, well your coworker is really something.” I say, taking a deep breath myself as I lean further back into the chair on top of you. “Oh good! Well I know he and I had plans to go to lunch, but I just asked Kevin to go and he said yes! Can you give him the message?” Your coworker doesn’t suspect a thing. I find it so hot that I can just crush you while someone else is here without them even noticing. Even I hesitate to answer since I’m so distracted, “Congrats! I’m glad Kevin said yes. But I’ll give your colleague the message. He’s a good one around here and I’m sure he’s fun to work with.” “Yeah, he’s a good guy, I really need him in this department so please don’t do anything to hurt him?” Your coworker says. “Don’t worry,” I wink at her, “you can count on me!” She then leaves with a smile and wave. She seems really nice to be honest. Maybe she’ll get crushed by me one day, but not today. I then lean forward when I hear her totally gone, “You still alive, little man?” I ask. You take your trademark deep breath in and cough a bit. I stand up, giving you some relief, but still standing right above you. “Okay, it’s time to admit it, hon.” I say. “Admit... what...” you ask in between bated breaths. “That me squashing and crushing you actually turns you on.” I reply. “Come on, that hard-on of yours was practically inside me while I was sitting on you.” I say with lust. “Look... I just work... in IT and want... to do my job...” you stutter your words. “Well that’s not an answer.” I reply and then immediately fall back on you. The chair gives a louder groan than you do as I plop down and lean further back on you. My back rolls smother your face and even as you turn away for air, you can only get very little of it. I bounce a little bit too, and my fat slaps you across the face in small increments. This time, your arms are free and I feel you trying to lift me off by grabbing around my waist. I look down and you aren’t even coming halfway around my hips. You barely reach and grab the sides of my belly as I sit on you and this comparison realization makes me even hotter. I feel your hard-on still and I can’t help but rock back and forth on it a little bit. Even the small movements just feel so good to me, you begin to panic a bit while I’m rocking and bouncing on top of you for a good two minutes. You can get air in, but just barely while my back rolls compress your face, covering your mouth and nose until I rock back forward again. After having my enjoyment, I stand up and turn down to you. “Was just as good for you as it was for me? Haha!” I taunt you. “Oh god. My legs are so sore!” You complain. “Yeah, well, you should have thought about that before asking to be my squash toy.” “What?! I never agreed! You just made me!” You retort. “Hmm yeah that’s true. Oh well haha!” I joke. “Alright, I think I’m good for the day, except... oh!” I check my watch, “you know, I did my 10,000 steps for the day, but I haven’t finished my flights of stairs and I only need ONE more. Hmmm...” I think looking at you. “No... Celia... for gods sake I can’t take anymore...” “Oh hush!” I snap back, “you’ll be fine. My legs are already so strong so I need some added weight when I exercise. Like it or not, you’re my added weight.” I then pick you up and drape you over my shoulder. “I mean, you don’t feel like much added weight, but you’ll do, I suppose.” You want to say something, but how could you convince me? You want to fight me off, but you know you aren’t strong enough. For today, you realize that I’ve won and I’m getting my way. You’ve given up your fight for now. “Alright, this set of stairs outside your office will do quite nicely.” I then squeeze my fat frame through the door with you on my shoulder, no easy task, but it gets done. I then begin my ascent. I stomp down on each step up and you feel every tremor and shock of recoil into my shoulder with it. It feels much more intense than the other day when I had you over my shoulder. Every step up feels like a gut punch from an amateur boxer as I get my feet pressing hard into each stair. I’m almost afraid that I’m going to crack the tile on the steps. Finally, we make it to the top and I say, “Okay, that wasn’t too bad. Not even out of breath. They say fat girls don’t exercise, but how else would be so good at squashing if I didn’t have any strength or stamina?” I hear you coughing a bit before saying anymore, “Alright, let’s make it even,” I juggle you up and place you on my other shoulder. “Time to go back down. I can’t imagine it’ll be any easier for you, hon. Before we go, I just wanna say, thanks. I had a lovely time. Hope we do this again soon!” I then start going down, trying my hardest to stomp down with exaggerated footfalls. Since I’m going down, my legs are traveling even further and the recoil on you from my shoulder feels like it’s increased double! Each step feels worse than the last as I also pick you up slightly with my arm and drop you back drop at the right times for maximum carrying. I can tell that you enjoy this, regardless of what you say so I’m trying to make it the best experience I can for you. After the final step, without saying anything I drop you on the floor, give a little laugh and walk back up to get to my office. I realize I don’t have to give you any warnings about saying anything to anyone. The consequences are implied, as well as the fact that this won’t be the last you see of me.

Be like Snorlax ... Let me sit on you

I have been thinking about you for the last few days. I wrestle a bit with the idea of bringing you up. Lest I forget, I’m higher up in the work food chain than you. You’re just in IT, but I’m an executive. I saw you for the first time a couple of days ago and I knew that I had to use you for my amusement. What could be better than a skinny new boy toy for me to play with? I call down to your department and hear your voice on the other end, “Hello, IT.” “Yes,” I start commandingly, “There’s an issue with my monitor. I need someone up here now.” “Well, what seems to be the nature of-“ “Didn’t you hear me?” I interrupt you. “I told you to come up here now.” I don’t like that you think you have a choice. “Yes Ma’am! Right away!” You hung that phone up pretty quickly. I sit my oversized ass in my oversized chair until you finally arrive, you seem out of breath. “Ah yes, finally. I need you to take a look at this monitor.” I say while standing up and walking over to you. I notice you staring at me, taking in my size. I walk up to you, you’re so tiny compared to me. Your head only comes up to my chin so not only do I have my weight, my height is also superior to your tiny form. I’m probably a good 4 times your size I reckon. After you spend a few seconds staring I say, “See anything you like?” and break you from your trance. “Oh! Uhh sorry ma’am.” You try to walk past me quickly, but when you get to my side, I hip check you. Its a playful bump on my end, but you being as small as you are compared to my size, lose your balance and fall to the floor. “Oops! Better watch your step.” I say playfully, giving you a wink. You scramble up and head over to the desk. As you do so, I close the door to my office giving me the privacy I need for some play time. “Hmm the monitor isn’t coming on at all,” you question. I walk back over to the desk while you sit down to check something under my desk. Right where I want you. “Okay,” you begin explaining. “It looks like, oh, it looks like you unplugged your monitor? But it’s pretty much fixed now.” You then motion back up from under the desk, seeing your dream, soon to be nightmare, come true. Me, facing away from you with my ass right in front of your face while you’re still sitting in my wide chair. Right where I want you. “Uhh... I think I should be-“ but it’s too late, right before you finish, I drop my large ass right on top of your lap, full weight. Your arms underneath my cheeks, struggling to get free. “Oh you’re so cute,” I say with a hint of lust. “Thinking that you can lift me off. Do you have any idea how heavy I am compared to you? Struggle all you want.” “Ma’am please!” You struggle to get the words out. “You’re too heavy, my legs-“ You get cut off by me leaning back against your chest and face. My back rolls, covering you completely, still glad I opted for the oversized chair that can still hold my weight. “You know, if anyone walked in right now, they wouldn’t even notice you under me haha!” I giggled to myself. I raise up from the chair listening to your desperate gasp for breath. “Okay, what should we do next?” I question out loud. “Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone.” “Haha!” I give out a booming laugh. “Thinking you can tell me what to do? Not only can you not physically stop me, but I’ll have you fired if you tried something so stupid. Now let’s get you up, shall we?” It’s time for me to make this experience a little more personal. I take my shirt off, revealing my large, creamy white, hanging belly. To make things even, I take one hand and grab a good portion of your shirt collar and rip it off, both of us standing there, completely topless. Since your legs are sore, I figured I would help pick you up. Well, into a bear hug that is. “Haha! I can’t believe how light you are!” I exclaim. “Please... can’t...” you are barely making any coherent words since my strong arms are wrapped around you, leaving your arms free, but pressed up against my fat. I’m certain you can feel the heat emanating from my giant belly, completely pressed up against your stick thin torso, practically absorbing you into my flesh. I feel your arms trying to get their grip onto my shoulders to try and stop me, but you can’t get any leverage to do so. Then I grip you even tighter squeezing out that last bit of breath you were holding. Lifting you like this has made us the same height at least. “You know something? There is something I’ve always wanted to try, but never had the chance until this exact moment.” I say coyly. You just stare into my menacing smile as I walk towards the wall of the office, taking my time so I can get maximum enjoyment from seeing your red face surprised with how easily I was able to transform you into my afternoon boy toy. “Let’s give this a shot.” I say as I approach the wall, I press you up against it and slowly release my grip on you from my arms, transferring it to my belly. You are able to stay in place against the wall, with my giant stomach pressing against you, wrapped around your skinny body with my fat circling you and pressing against the wall on either side. “Wow! I wasn’t sure if I was able to do that! I can feel someone is loving this though. Don’t pretend that I can’t feel your hard-on pressed against my belly.” “Ma’am, I’m not going to say anything. Just let me go!” You beg me. “I’ll tell you what,” I bargain, “if you can push me off of you, I’ll let you go.” Your face turns to even further surprise. Your arms are pinned down, your whole body is suspended off the floor by a few inches, only being held by my massive belly. How will you ever get free? “You can keep struggling, I like it when they struggle.” I say with a deep sigh at the end, clearly enjoying this myself. You continue to push and writhe while your body is consumed by my fat, but it’s no use. I can feel your chest and ribs starting to bend inwards while I ever so slowly lean more and more weight into you. After a 2 minute struggle, I take a step back and you fall to your knees on the floor, coughing for breath and clutching your rib cage. “Haha, oh is somebody hurt?” I laugh at you. “You can’t do this to me you... you cow!” You instinctively yell back, beginning to get angry. “Oh I beg to differ, tiny man. I’m so much bigger than you so I can do whatever I want. My fat body is just stronger and better than your insignificant one so I actually can do whatever I want. Here, let me prove it.” After my lecture, I lean forward and pick you up, throwing you over my fat shoulder with force so that your face hits my fat ass. “Now if I, ‘can’t do this,’ as you said, then why don’t you try to get free now.” I say softly. It’s clear that my lust is growing. I just love comparing our bodies and seeing how much bigger and stronger I am than you. You begin to struggle and pound your fists on my backside, if I were a skinny girl, it would probably hurt me, but my beautiful flab gives me soft armor that your weak arms couldn’t even begin to hurt me through. “See?” I say while you are kicking and punching. “You can’t even break my hold on you while I’m carrying you around. What chance do you have otherwise? In fact, why don’t I get some exercise and get some steps in?” “Jesus! You’re too strong, you’re crushing my stomach into your shoulder!” you yell again. I just laugh and continue to walk around the office with you tossed over my shoulder. It’s almost comical how little you look over my broad shoulders and body. Every step I take with you carried, you can feel the tightness around your midsection. I exaggerate my footfalls so my shoulder digs into you further and further, I’m sure it feels like getting multiple uppercuts to your stomach. You continue to kick and push to get some relief from me, but it’s no use. You are essentially as strong as a child is to an adult when you are in this position. Completely helpless and embarrassed that a girl could ever do this to you, but I’m much more than any ordinary girl. I am a giantess, walking around proudly with my latest prize. “Okay, let’s try something else.” I say, and as I finish that statement, I lean forward slightly, then push upright, grab your arms and pull your upper body over my other shoulder to get you in a fireman carry. “Oh my god, I can barely feel your weight now. It really does amuse me how little you weigh. I am basically four of you!” This is probably the best recreation I’ve had all week. “Now, instead of going to the gym today, maybe I can get my squats in early.” I say. I then squat down low and rise back up. Your arms and legs are starting to get tired and I notice them giving up some fight. You are just in a helpless position for me to do whatever I want to you, and treating you like my own personal squat rack is just one hobby I have in mind. “…and 30! Phew, usually I squat a lot heavier so I decided to make up for the reps this time to accommodate the small weight, haha!” I toy with you. “Alright, there’s just one more thing I need from my new favorite IT department.” I then lay your tired body onto my desk with your head on one end, stretched out fully across my elegant desk. I come around to where your head is, you look up at me completely frightened of what will happen next, as well you should be. “Alright then, I had a good time with you today, but I think we can end things here. Don’t worry, you’ll survive this, but I think I’ve had my fill today. I’ll see you next time little man.” I explain, “Wait, what are-“ you are then immediately cut off by me lifting my belly up with my strong arms and dropping it over your head and chest. After I do this, I lean forward more, letting my belly spread over you, totally consuming more of your torso. My belly extends from your head, going all the way down past your elbows on the desk. It probably feels like your head and torso are being consumed by a giant and warm sandbag, completely encasing you as you feel as though I’m literally absorbing you into my fat body. As I lean more weight onto you, I also hear the desk creaking from the sudden weight being applied to it. “Mmmm yeah, this is nice...” I moan softly. I just love seeing your little body, squirming under my belly. Even my stomach is just too much weight to handle as I notice more of your panic setting in. Your arms are heavily pinned so you can’t push my fat off and your legs are only kicking, trying to get any leverage for you to escape, but all I have to do is stand here and lean on you. I’m not pinning you down with any of my strong muscle, I’m just standing here like the goddess that I am, keeping you pinned down with my flab. “That’s right, keep struggling my slave...” I moan again, slowly rubbing my giant boobs and enjoying your whimpers and feeling you struggle against my body. Finally, your struggle dies down and I step back lifting my belly off you. You are still alive like I promised, but you are out of it for sure. A lot of oxygen was taken away by your goddess. “You nearly passed out there, haha! Okay little man, I’m going out for lunch now. I had a good time with you, and trust me…this won’t be the last time.” I put on my shirt, grab my purse and open the office door, still leaving you on my desk topless while you cough to breathe. Just before I walk out, I say, “Oh and make sure that monitor is working by the time I come back, haha!”