Straight girl had a kinky blip

 

 

 

 

 

My name is Karen Phillips totally straight female currently unattached for last 8 months, really in need of sex so walking around horny all the time at the Moment thinking about boys, my knickers were always moist from arousal so I would wear a pad in my knickers to soak up the juice with black trousers and a blouse if at work . It was a Monday I worked in a jewellers and it was stock take day, and I was the senior assistant, the Manager asked me and Susan to do the stock take in the secure room at the back of the jewellers, the room was reinforced and we where searched before going in and coming out. The door would be locked from the inside and it had its own toilet as we couldn’t leave until the stock take was finished, this was all in case we had a robbery during the stock take as all the stock would be out of the safe. Susan had been going to the toilet a fair few times before the room was ready, she smiled at me and said she had drunk to much water this morning. The manager and the assistant manager unloaded the safes and put the stock along the back wall of the secure room, we were both told to go in and the door would be locked, there was a coffee and tea Machine in the room.

When we go in the room Susan who was a short blonde with a very good figure, pert breasts and a stick out bum, I was always jealous of her figure. Today she had on a knee length office skirt a little tight fitting over her bum and a blouse like mine that just contained her breasts. The room was soundproof and had its own air supply from the conditioner. When we were inside Susan said I am going to apologise now and you are not going to be happy, she said that she had had Kiev that was extra garlicy and she had woken up with the severe farts, she said she had farted around 50 times already and it was only ten am. Is that why you keep going to the toilet this morning. yes, she said she could hold them for a max of ten minutes then they would just leak out into her knickers, and they smelled really really bad , she could risk leaking on in front of the men it was too embarrassing I said so you are going to be in and out of the toilet all day , we are not going to get the stock take done if you are going every 10 minutes . She said I am happy not to but its going to really stink in here if I just do them why we work. I asked her to let one go and see how I would cope, she said that her belly was that upset a fart was ready all the time , she was standing up and she opened her legs a little and a airy squirting sound came from under her skirt and I was suddenly smelling a rich hot rotten egg smell , the air was thick with it , I am not sure if it was the fact I was always slightly around lately due to the lack of sex , but the smell of the fart turned me on I could not believe it I had never fancied anything female , I admired Susans body and its full shape but not sexually I groaned in disgust to hide my sudden excitement , to be fair I loved the smell of my own farts and the feel of doing them in my knickers especially the airy hot ones .

She said well can you handle them, I said not really but we really need to get the work done , She said that shoe would try and hold them back as much as possible . I said it already stinks in here you sure she said as I will work quick if I don’t have to hold on to them. I giggled I bet they are hot coming out in your knickers the foul-smelling farts are always very warm when I do them, I was hoping for a sexy response I had given up on my initial internal shock and was going to enjoy the day. She said yes burning hot my poor little panties will suffer today she moaned; gosh why did that sound so sexy I thought.

Any way as she finished saying that a hoot airy squirting sound came from under her skirt and the smell in the air thickened. Sorry she said you sure you don’t mind, I said not at all , I asked her why she had worn a skirt I had not seen her come to work in a skirt . Ohh when I was at home I panicked as I know how important the stock take is and I could believe I couldn’t stop farting, I had 2 hours before leaving for work so tried on different clothes to see if any would hold the smell, I farted round the house in different knickers and trousers and the place stunk. I then though some mesh type full bum knickers and a skirt and I practised going into the toilet, it’s easier to pull a skirt up than take trousers down and pull the back up again, so I tried going to the toilet hoisting my skirt up and farting through my knickers into the toilet bowl, I have never had gas like this before. I tried holding the farts as long as possible I could get up to around 8 minutes then my bum would start leaking hot air into my panties. So would go into my toilet before this, pull up my skirt and sit on the toilet and fart, I managed to fart 11 times into the pan each time I tried this all-little airy farts that were hot as they came out. So that’s why I’m wearing a skirt today , We both sat on the bean bags that allowed us to be comfortable and be able to open the boxes on the floor for counting, I think as it was just us two girls Susan sat on the bean bag with her legs a little open , I could clearly see a pair of little sheer black knickers stretched tightly over he fanny . Didn’t think anything of accidentally seeing up another girl’s skirt before but I was so aroused the site of the little knickers up her skirt and the smell of hot fart in the air had me feeling dizzy. She apologised to me then lifted her bum of the bean bag slightly, I could literally see her little bum hole press again the knickers as it squirts a fart out, she kept pushing and farting through the tight knicker material 6 or 7 times until she sighed and put her bum back onto the bean bag. The farts reeked of rotten eggs, gosh she said that really isn’t lady like, I feel sorry for your knickers I commented and giggled, yeah imagine being my knickers today god forbid, I had this though that I would love to be her knickers, my head was dizzy with arousal. We started counting the diamonds we were around 7 minutes in when I heard Susan push more fart into the bean bag, then lift her bum again apologising to me in the process I could see her little bum hole pucker out in the tight material as it squirted out the air into the knickers stretched across her fanny. She farted 6 times one after the other, the air was filled with a cloying smell of rotten eggs again, to me today it was the smell of sexy coming out of Susan’s bum and how hot was it watching her bottom hole push against the tight material. I bet your glad you wore black knickers today aren’t you Susan at least they won’t show any stains, she told me that her drawers were all warm. She said its not so bad for me everyone likes the smell of their own farts, but you must be feeling ill. I told her I was getting used to the smell so just carry on and forget about me I said, I asked her if she had ever had farts this bad before, she said never sometimes a little more gassy than usual, but this was ridiculous, I can literally just push and fart over and over she announced. She got up to get the next box to count , she was bending over and her skirt had ridden up the back of her thighs but her knickers where still covered to my disappointment , She started squirting farts out again the room stunk immediately of cabbage and slight underlying hint of poop, gosh they reek Susan are they still burning your bum. Susan said yes and making my knickers all warm , I can still feel the warmth of the gas under my skirt it feels weird then she lifted her skirt to release the trapped air I got a quick glimpse of her bum , the knickers where very tight black lace with a sheer panel where her bum was and pussy , gosh Susan aren’t those knickers uncomfortable they look far too tight . Susan said I thought all girls wore their knickers tight I always have she declared. I said I wore mine close fitting but not as tight as you Susan , Susan said she thought it was every part of a woman’s sexuality to have their knickers’ tight on their bum and fanny , she said my boyfriend loves it .

My current Job is the easiest job I have ever had

 

 

 

 

I am a 28 year old blonde , I am single and was out of work for a year as was looking for a job in a bank was near to 3 but failed at the last hurdle, I was getting extremely anxious as I was starting to get into debt, I was searching on the internet when I get a message come up £100 an hour to walk round town in a short skirt and tight knickers , I though it was a scam as that was the only description of the job , I usually wore tight clothing I had a bit of a fetish for wearing tight panties under my clothes they made me feel sexy .

I emailed the email on the add and was emailed back asking if I was under 30, had a full bum and curvy body and was attractive, I emailed back to say that I was often told I was by other boys and even some girls. I was then emailed and invited to an interview in the Town I was asked to wear a knee length skirt; the address was in an office block so didn’t feel in danger as I knew the block. I put on some tanga cut pink sheer panties and a blue knee length skirt and some high heels to make my butt stick out, though I would go for some VPL as I had told that my arse looked sexy by a few ex-boyfriends when my knicker lines showed through my tight skirts. I got to the office block and was buzzed in by a girl, that made me feel more at ease that it was a girl. I got to the top floor and the office was a penthouse suite, I was let in the door by a pretty red head in tight jeans and was lead through a hallway to an office. She told me to sit in the chair in front of the desk and she sat in the chair the other side. She said that she was going to just lay it out what the job was and if It wasn’t for me I could leave, but she said that I fit the bill for the job perfectly. She said she represented a group of rich lesbians with some weird fetish , she said she was also a lesbian with the fetish but was employed by the others to recruit hot girls . Then she told me the job , it was 24 hours a day 7 days a week , I sighed and told her I wasn’t a lesbian could not work that many hours , She said there was no actual sex involved unless I changed my mid later on she giggled . She said my job would be to wear some tight knickers that would be supplied by them, and I would be given a pill that was completely harmless but would make me very gassy to the point I would need to fart all the time. I would have a small mic, video recorder strapped to my leg that would transmit sound and video to the monitors in the office and the girl’s homes. All I need to do was go about my day for £100 per hour and leave the mic/ video recorder on my leg and the knickers in bed and everywhere I went for 24 hours and visit back at the office the next day , I would describe what it was like farting in the knickers and lift my skirt and peel of the knickers whilst I was filmed given another pill and some different tight knickers and I would repeat the day .

 

Fart Tales: Luka Millfy (Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger) by Garrison15

 

 

 

 

 

Luka was out shopping, buying herself clothes and jewelry, when she spotted a necklace that caught her eye. The chain was made of pure gold and it had a yellow, heart shaped diamond no smaller than her thumb.

"OOOOH! It's so beautiful." Luka said to herself. She looked at the price tag and saw that it costs 15 million yen. "NANI?! Who could afford this?"

Luke then heard what sounded a picture being taken from below her. She immediately turned around and saw a man fast walking away from her.

"HEY!" Luka yells.

The man started running out of the store and Luka followed suit. She continued chasing him down until she finally caught up with in an alleyway and tackled him to the ground.

"Get off of me." the man demanded.

"Urusai baka." Luke replied before getting up and putting her foot on the man's chest. She picked up his phone off the ground and looked at his photo gallery where she saw dozens of pictures of women's upskirts with a picture of her's being the most recent one. "You disgusting pervert."

A thought came to Luka's mind and she devilishly smiled. "You like seeing up girls' skirts? Then have a very close look up mine." She straddled the man's chest reverse cowgirl style before lowering her hips until she was sitting right on his face. "Enjoy." She gyrated her hips tauntingly, rubbing her ass in his face.

The man tried pushing Luka off of him but she responded by punching him in the balls, causing him to wince and hold his crotch in pain. "I didn't say you could touch."

Luka's insides started making gurgling noises and she held her stomach in discomfort. "Ugh, why did I have to have that second bowl of Doc's natto? It tastes so good but it gives me the worst gas."

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Luka let out a fart that sounded like a trumpet was being played. "Oh, that was so relieving."

The man started convulsing and flailing, he had never smelt something so horrific.

This gave Luka an idea for further punishment. "What's the matter? Can't stand the smell?"

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Luka let out yet another trumpet sounding fart into the man's face. "I'm starting to enjoy this." She started bouncing up and down like an excited school girl.

The man, on the other, was in anguish. Not only was his face being smothered by a girl's ass, but she was ripping farts that smelt worse than what he thought possible.

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Luka released 3 more farts, each one longer and smellier than the last. She excitedly rubbed her ass up and down across the man's face, she was having the time of her life. "Who knew passing gas could become so much fun?"

The man started crying into Luka's ass, he wanted this all to end.

Luka spent the next 30 minutes letting out fart after fart into the man's face, after which she was finally empty. "Oh, that all felt so good to let out." She stoop up off of him and reached into his pockets and pulled out his wallet.

The man would've tried to stop her, but spending half an hour with his face in her ass and smelling her farts made him too weak to do so. He could only watch in despair as she took out his credit card and tauntingly hold it out in front of him.

"Thanks for the diamond necklace." Luka said before she threw his wallet back at him and walked off.

Small World - Peaceful Protest by bn432

 

Decades after the world was struck by a mysterious virus that caused people to shrink to around three inches in height, society has largely moved on. A cure was developed within the year, but a few things kept the masses from reclaiming their original size. One, it was fairly expensive so only those with money to burn could afford it, and two, it was only effective on those of the female gender, so about 50% of the population was out of luck. The portion of the population that was either unable to afford the treatment or was unable to benefit from it were left to their tiny size, but they weren't left behind. Laws were enacted to ensure that they would be able to continue with their lives, hold jobs, commute, and do all the things those of larger stature were still able to do. That wasn't to say that their lives were easy. They still struggled daily with the simplest of tasks, and life was a constant battle to avoid being squished by someone who didn't look where they were sitting. Luckily, a side effect of the shrinking was increased durability. When a tiny person was stomped, sat on, or flattened in any other myriad of ways, their bodies behaved not unlike rubber, squishing and flattening, but otherwise retaining their overall shape, and life. It was thanks to this that tinies were able to re-integrate into society much more easily, since the risk of bodily harm was much lower.

Despite the efforts of legislators, tiny rights were still a hot button issue. Most businesses didn't want to hire someone that wasn't going to be able to perform at the same level as a regular sized person, let alone pay them the same wage. Regular sized people also didn't take kindly to their tiny coworkers seemingly getting a free ride to avoid work they couldn't physically do. This resulted in many tinies falling into poverty, unable to get jobs to support themselves. Communities of homeless tinies formed throughout cities in parks and alleys, under benches or dumpsters, and this groups of tinies began protesting their situation, and the lack of respect they were getting.

"Thanks Bill. I'm here on the corner of Fifth Street at the entrance to Roosevelt Park where shrunken individuals are gathering in large numbers for yet another Tiny Lives Matter protest. This is the fourth protest this month, but seems to be the largest gathering yet, and the crowd is still growing. If you're planning on travelling in this area, make sure to watch your step. This is Rebecca Davies, live from Channel 5, back to you."

Two girls walked past the reporter as she wrapped up, the camera operators signalling that they were no longer live. Kayleigh brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes as she glanced back at the news crew, then nudged her friend. "Hey April, you hear that? There's a Tiny Lives Matter protest near here!"

Friends since pre-school, the two college girls were rarely seen apart. Kayleigh, a bubbly blonde, had a hugely positive attitude and an ass to match. She always tried to do her best to help people, even if her clumsiness got in the way sometimes. April was seemingly her opposite. Her raven black hair perfectly conveyed her attitude towards the world, cynical and unenthusiastic. Kayleigh was one of the few who seemed to be able to put a smile on her face.

April rolled her eyes, hardly looking up from her phone. "And? They have one like every week."

"Well yeah, but don't you like, think they need support?" Kayleigh argued as turned and grabbed April's arm. "We could go help them protest!"

"That sounds boring though. I don't want to stand around with a bunch of shrunken losers all day."

"Come on, it could be fun! You could take some pictures for Instagram. Could be some good PR after that time you sat on poor Tyson..."

April shrugged off her friend's grip, then crossed her arms indignantly. "For the last time, that was an accident! He should've stayed in the tiny area of the caf!"

"Pleaaaasseeee..." Kayleigh begged, giving her friend her best puppy dog eyes, hoping to wear her down into accepting.

"Ugh, fine.. I guess I can try to take a few pictures. At least I'll get something out of it. Tyson was fine by the way! Nobody ever mentions that!"

"Yay! Let's go! I think that news lady said it was on Fifth!"

The entrance to Roosevelt Park was completely taken over by the protest. Tiny signs littered the ground, and crowds of diminutive protesters congregated in groups large enough to be noticed by people passing by. Not that anyone was really giving them their attention. Most pedestrians simply ignored the high pitched chants, going about their day as normal. The protesters weren't going to be discouraged though, they were going to have their voices heard one way or another.

Kayleigh and April arrived on the scene, the latter being reluctantly dragged, and stood off to the side, observing the protesters chanting and shouting.

"Okay. This is like the cutest protest I've ever seen." Kayleigh said, motioning to the crowds of diminutive people gathered in groups around the entrance to the park.

April shrugged, "Let's just get this over with."

"Oh! Oh! Take my picture in front of them!" Kayleigh exclaimed, bouncing her way over to the edge of the crowd.

Tiny people cowered and dove for cover as the massive blonde stomped towards them, but relaxed when she stopped nearby. April smirked at the fleeing protesters, taking out her phone and aiming it at Kayleigh who was flashing a peace sign and sticking her butt out over the crowd of people. Her short, white skirt gave those standing below her a clear view of her underside, along with a scant trace of a pair of underwear that had been consumed by her cheeks. Some of the men in the crowd couldn't help but stare at the big booty hanging over them, while others wisely decided to move further away.

As April was framing up the shot, a devious idea crept into her head. "Hey! Take a few steps back! Better light!"

Nodding in agreement, the blonde stepped backwards without looking, her sneaker clad feet bulldozing through those who chose to ogle her butt. Most were knocked aside, sent sprawling across the sidewalk, but a few unfortunate people were caught underneath her rubber soles as they came crashing down. Tiny shouts echoed out as Kayleigh posed again, too focused on looking hot to notice the plight of the protesters beneath her.

"Perfect!" April shouted, suppressing a snicker of delight at her friend's obliviousness. "Say cheese!"

The camera clicked and Kayleigh relaxed her pose, finally taking notice of the cries coming from her feet. She looked down and gasped, the arms and legs of her unfortunate victims were the only parts of them visible after being crushed underneath her sneakers.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, hurriedly stepping off of the flattened people. Other protesters rushed in to help, checking for vital signs and helping the flattened casualties stand and limp away. "Sorry!" Kayleigh said again, blushing in embarrassment as she walked back over to April.

"Gosh sorry Kay! I didn't see them there either!" April said, her suppressed giggling betraying her intentions.

"Not funny April. Those poor little cuties could've been hurt!"

"They're fine! Aren't they supposed to be like super resilient?"

"Well yeah... But that still wasn't cool." Kayleigh sighed. "Now they probably think I'm some tiny hater.."

As much as she was having fun, April still didn't like seeing her friend sad. "Hey, I'm sure they don't. Tell you what, why don't you go see if you can help with anything? Try and find one of the head honchos around here."

Kayleigh perked up a bit, "Yeah! Maybe I will!"

"Great. I'm going to try and get a few more shots for my instagram. You have fun." April replied, happy seeing her friend's spirits back as she bounced off towards the crowds again, scattering groups of tinies as she went. April sighed and shook her head as she watched her friend go, then turned her attention back to her phone.

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"Excuse me! Big girl coming through!"

Tiny protesters ran for cover as Kayleigh stepped through the crowds, doing her best to avoid crushing more people underneath her shoes. Unfortunately for them the kind-hearted blonde had never been the most graceful person. Those who weren't quick enough to dodge her feet wound up being flattened to the pavement, and a few unlucky ones were wedged between the treads of her sneakers and carried with her as she made her way through the crowd, crushed repeatedly whenever she took a step.

"Sorry! So Sorry!" She whispered apologetically as she stepped on a family of four who had been too busy taking a picture to notice her coming. "I should be more careful, you guys are hard to see!"

Thinking it would be best if she switched up her tactics, Kayleigh decided to try tip-toeing as a means of at least reducing the amount of people she squished each step. So up on her toes she went, the people jammed into the soles of her shoes crying out for help as they were no longer smashed into the pavement. The aspiring ballerina took her first step, stretching her leg out towards a relatively uncrowded spot. People below were treated to a stunning view up her skirt as she lunged over them, her delicates leaving little to the imagination. Her toes touched down without adding to her squish count, and she even managed to bring her other leg over without toppling.

"Wuh.. Whoa.." Kayleigh murmured as she began teetering, waving her arms to try and keep her balance. She looked down, noticing with dread that the crowds that had parted to avoid her toes had congregated around her again, leaving her no room to put her foot down and regain control. "Oh no.."

A shadow passed over the crowd. "Look out!!" Someone called. "She's gunna fall!" Shouted another.

Mass panic broke out among the tiny citizens as they began pushing and shoving to escape the tipping titan. Kayleigh gritted her teeth and flailed, but there was no use fighting with gravity at this point. She stuck her ass out, instinctively aiming to let the most cushioned part of her body take the brunt of the impact. She went down like a redwood falling in the forest, her massive posterior slamming into the ground with such force that people nearby were sent flying from the gust of wind rushing out from underneath her booty. Anyone caught beneath her ass was instantly turned into paper, flattened into the pavement by the sheer weight of the blonde's gargantuan glutes.

"Oww.." Kayleigh groaned, stunned by the shock of falling down. Her ass hurt, her tailbone hurt, and she was thoroughly embarrassed.

People began to shout as they desperately tried to extract their compressed compatriots from beneath her. "Miss! Please get up Miss! You're crushing them!" Arms and legs sticking out from the edge of her fat cheeks twitched in pain as the giant shifted on top of them, trying to see what all the commotion was.

"Oh shit! Sorrysorrysorry!" Kayleigh stammered as she quickly tried to get up. Her ass made it a few inches off the ground, revealing the smushed bodies of her unlucky victims, splattered across the ground and stuck to the shiny skin of her ass. Friends and family members of the crushed moved in to help, even with the threat still looming overhead. This proved to be a mistake. The clumsy girl tried to stand, using her arms to push herself upright without shifting her feet too much, if only she had balance.

"Nononono!" Kayleigh shouted as her arms failed to give her the lift she needed. Her ass flopped back down, adding to its score by pounding the rescuers and victims alike. As she tried again to rise people wisely decided to hang back, despite the moans and cries of their friends calling out from beneath the giant girl's wobbling behind. Thankfully she was able to get to her feet this time allowing rescuers to move in and help the crushed people recover.

Kayleigh blushed as she looked down at the carnage her booty had wrought. She could feel the people stuck to her ass twitching as they desperately tried to peel themselves free, so she hurriedly brushed them off, her embarrassment evident on her face as she tried to end this situation as quickly as possible. Papery bodies fluttered down to the ground as her fingers swept them off her rear, landing softly below where they were tended to. Unfortunately in her rush to leave, Kayleigh missed a couple victims that had been crushed into the fabric of her underwear. Their cries for help were muffled by the skirt hanging over them as Kayleigh stepped over the crowd to the side of the path, trying not to meet the gaze of any of the now angry protesters glaring at her from below. She just wanted to hide herself, ironically wishing that she was tiny right now as she shuffled away, taking her new passengers with her.

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While her friend was busy ingratiating herself with the locals, April was trying to get some shots that would improve her social image. After some time skirting the edges of the crowd trying to get a good angle, she determined that nothing was quite good enough. If she was going to get a picture that would convince her peers she’d need to be in the thick of it, not standing on the side lines.

Without hesitating she strode into the crowd, knocking protesters aside with reckless abandon as she scrolled on her phone and looked for inspiration for her shot. People not quick enough to get out of her way were promptly flattened by her uncaring sandals, smushed like grapes being turned into wine.

April paused as she reached the center of a sizable gathering of tinies, looking around briefly at the sound of panicked screams before shrugging. “This seems like a good spot. Lots of tinies for the background.. I can get those signs over there in frame..” She murmured to herself as she held her phone over her head while spinning to test out different angles. People at her feet were sent flying as the rubber soles of the uncaring girl’s sandals slapped into them. Splorts and squishes spurted out from underneath her feet as she settled into position.

“Perfect!” April grinned as she snapped her picture, a cute portrait of her flashing a peace sign with the protest in the background. She even managed to get a little cleavage in frame, which was always a sure fire way to get some likes.

After a quick bit of post processing she posted her pic, satisfied with how it portrayed her. Meanwhile the protesters were rushing to get away from her dangerous feet, the scent wafting off of them keeping them away just as much as the threat of squashing. Those who had been flattened called out for help, but were left in their squished state as the threat of adding to the casualty count kept most of the would-be rescuers away. April absentmindedly rocked back and forth as she monitored how her post was doing, crushing and re-crushing any who happened to be trapped under the sole of her sandals.

“That’s a good start, but I should really get a few more..” She mused, watching the like counter begin to steadily rise. “Maybe if I get some over there by the main stage...”

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*Grrrrooaaannn*

Kayleigh put a hand on her belly as it added it’s own protesting shouts to the choir of tiny voices. She had finally managed to escape her shame after flattening half the protest under her butt, and now she was getting tired, tired and hungry. Luckily the park was littered with vendors selling snacks and beverages. She spotted a hotdog cart nearby and headed towards it, carefully looking down to avoid embarrassing herself further.

“Thanks mister!” She said over her shoulder as she walked away from the vendor, her prize clutched in two hands. The hot dog glistened invitingly, prompting her stomach to grumble again, encouraging her along as she tried to find a bench to sit and eat at. She spotted one and headed towards it, eager to chow down.

“Alright! This bench will be a great spot to set up or new stage!” One of the protesters shouted gleefully. The group he had brought with him was already swarming the center of the flat concrete bench, setting up signs and practicing chants. They had broken off from the main group to try and expand the protest into the park, hoping that they could garner more attention if they spread out. While they worked, a shadow loomed over them, growing in size as some stopped to find the source. Hushed whispers grew into panicked cries as the shadow darkened and expanded until it covered the entire group of people.

“Ahhh.. God it feels good to sit down..” Kayleigh sighed as she plopped down onto the bench, unknowingly turning an entire crowd of tinies into paste under her behind.

The few that managed to escape her titanic rear end as it crashed down were now desperately banging their fists against her thick thighs in an attempt to get her attention. Unfortunately the hungry girl was oblivious to their plight, her focus taken up by the delicious dog dripping in condiments. Kayleigh chomped down on the hotdog, consuming a third of the bun in one bite. Splashes of mustard dripped out of the opposite side, splattering onto the pavement below and coating some of the tinies who hadn’t made it onto the bench yet in the yellow goop. Her spirits perked up by the tasty treat, Kayleigh happy swayed back and forth as she scarfed it down. Her cheeks slowly lifted as she tilted to one side, revealing the mass of smushed protesters to the light of day once more. Their pained screams were quickly muffled as she tilted back however, her plush butt cheek steamrolling over them once more.

This process continued as Kayleigh finished her dog, licking her fingers to get the last bit of ketchup off of them. "Mmm! Delicious! That really hit the spot!" She exclaimed, finally taking the time to look around. It felt like something was tickling her thigh, so she glanced down at the bench and spotted a tiny woman banging on her leg. "Huh? What's the matter with her?"

Reaching down and plucking the woman up with her sticky fingers, Kayleigh brought her up within hearing distance. "You're sitting on them! Get off your fat ass!!" The woman shouted, gesturing downwards.

Kayleigh gasped, dropping the woman in shock. She tumbled downwards, bounced off her thigh, then fell down to the ground. "Sitting on them?" Kayleigh stammered, the shame from her previous misadventure coming back to her as her cheeks began to turn red.

Slowly she lifted her left buttcheek, hoping that the woman was wrong and that she hadn't embarrassed herself again. She felt her stomach drop as she saw the twitching limbs and mass of people crushed to the bench in the shadow of her crotch.

"Ohhhh shit!" She exclaimed, quickly standing and turning around to inspect the damage her ass had done. Most of the people remained stuck to the bench, however a good chunk of them were still plastered to her wobbling cheeks as she bent over to help her victims. "Sorry! Sorry! I'm so sorry!"

She started helping some of them peel off of the bench, hoping to save some of her dignity by assisting them in freeing themselves. After peeling one particularly flattened man off she had an idea. She could help them reflate if she gave them CPR! Her desire to help prompted her to act quickly, so she laid the man down on her palm and started blowing into his mouth, which looked more like blowing onto his entire torso. Her lips did the job though, forming a seal around the man that resulted in her breath being forced into his body. The man quickly inflated, his chest ballooning out as his limbs popped up. After one breath the man looked more like a marble than a person. Kayleigh grinned sheepishly as she placed him back down on the bench, where he began deflating like a whoopee cushion.

Some of the compressed people had regained enough control of their limbs to stand and begin shouting at the apologetic giantess. Kayleigh stammered out more apologies, but it was clear that the crowd was against her.

"Tiny Hater!" Someone shouted. "Get out of here fat ass!" Shouted another. More and more people began shouting insults at her, and tears began to well in her eyes as the embarrassment washed over her. She decided to take her leave before they grew any more angry with her, so she stood up and jogged away, leaving a trail of tinies fluttering off her ass like autumn leaves.

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April was busy taking another picture, crouching over a crowd with her ass sticking out, when she spotted her clearly upset friend exiting the park. Wondering what had happened and wanting to offer support, she rushed over and greeted her.

"Kay! What's the matter? What happened?"

"Oh my god April! I'm a monster! My stupid clumsy ass kept squishing them!" She blubbered through wet tears.

"Is that all? You know how hard they are to see, remember when I sat on Tyson?" April replied, trying to console her.

"Yeah but like.. I crushed so many of them... And now they're mad at me... and they called me 'Tiny Hater!''

"That's just because they don't know the real you! You just need to keep coming to these protests and showing them how much you care..."

Kayleigh sniffed, her friend's rational thoughts calming her down. "You think so?"

"Of course! Hey, look at this. This'll cheer you up!" April said, reaching into her back pocket. She brought her closed fist up near Kayleigh and opened it, revealing a tiny man, blinking in the sudden bright light. "I saw this little guy and thought he was pretty hot, so I chatted him up and he's going to come home with me."

"H-hey! Miss you have to help-" The tiny man stammered before being cut off by April's fingers closing over him again.

"Heh.. He's just shy." April said, smirking as she slipped him back into her pocket.

"Aww cute! I'm glad you at least got something good out of this." Kayleigh beamed, oblivious to the man's cry for help. "Hey can we head home? I think I've had enough activism for today."

"Sure thing. Want to stop for a slice of pizza on the way back?"

"Aren't you lactose intolerant?