|Squash the Skinny|
Tira was a young girl looking for a job. As soon as she hit 17 she’d decided to start making her own money. She had already applied at dozens of stores but they refused to hire her if she didn’t change her appearance. She was pale, wore lots of black, had a couple facial piercings had shoulder length black hair, and was slightly bony. Tira decided she wouldn’t change herself for $7.50 an hour. Thankfully, One store she applied to was very promising: Torn, a gothic plus-size women’s clothing store. She thought her 5’5, 90-pound self would be shunned upon entry, but the interviewer was very friendly. Janet, the interviewer, was 5’7 and 230-ish. Not too big but Tira noticed her shirt was a tad too small and struggled to conceal her belly. Tira was used to seeing fat female flesh. Her roommate, Mary, would often parade around their apartment in her underwear. Tira could see every roll of fat on her 300-pound body. Mary’s belly hang low enough that if you saw her from the front you couldn’t tell if she was wearing panties or not. At first Tira was uncomfortable and slightly grossed out, but she grew to tolerate it.
Janet told Tira the she seemed very good for the job and that she starts tomorrow . On the drive home she though about her coworkers and customers reactions. All the glares she’d get for being the skinny girl. “They’re just jealous.” She chuckled to herself as she pulled into her parking spot. As she walked in she noticed Mary had a new pair of silk underwear. At 5’6 Mary was just an inch taller than Tira, but over 3 times her weight.
“What’s the point in buying all those clothes if you’re just gonna walked around in your underwear?” Tira asked entering the kitchen. Mary then bumped her ass into Tira and leaned against the wall, her ass and back fat pressing into Tira’s stomach and chest.
“Well, seeing how I’m the only one paying rent here, I think I’m allowed to dress comfortably.” She said while lightly grinding her ass into Tira’s stomach. “Not for long”, Tira managed to gasp. Mary quickly set Tira free. “Oh really? Where’d you get a job at?” She asked. “Torn. They said I would do very well.” Tira said between breaths. Mary then burst into laughter.
“Yeah, yeah, skinny girl working at a fat girl store, shut up.”
“I used to work there, ya
“Oh yeah, The girls there will just love you” Mary said with a mischievous look on her face.
“What’s That look for?”
“On nothing. Good night squishee” Mary said with a chuckle.
Tira thought about what she said, than went to her own bedroom to sleep.
“Oh I‘m sorry, you got your eyeliner all over my boob,” Emily said, “Don’t worry you can borrow some of mine.”
“Um, yeah. Is everyone as friendly as you?” (I hope not, Tira thought.)
“I wouldn’t know, It’s my first day.”. Emily said happily.
“You too, huh?”
They were than greeted by a third coworker. She was Emily’s height, 385 pounds, and had an enormous G cup rack.
Damn, Tira thought. All these massive breasts put her cute B-cups to shame.
“Good morning, newbies”, she said “My name is Monica.”
Monica than proceeded to lay the ground rules.
“We don’t discriminate so don’t snoop around the customers, Don’t suggest a larger size..”, She than looked at Emily with an impish grin, “And try not to hurt Twiggy, here.” Tira gave her a confused look. “What do you mean by that?”, she asked. “Nevermind” Monica replied. Tira felt somewhat nervous, as did Emily.
Over the next two weeks Emily and Tira grew a little closer. Tira often caught herself staring at Emily’s large belly and breasts. Not just Emily’s, but her other coworkers. Tira wasn’t a lesbian in any way, but she couldn’t understand why she stared. There was something alluring about her coworker’s big asses, massive boobs, and jiggling bellies that she couldn’t put her finger on. On slow days the fat girls would pick on her. When no one was in the store they’d “accidentally” sit on her lap or pin her against the counter with their fat bellies. She just played along and took it as jokes on the skinny goth girl. Monica, however, was very forward about her intentions. One day she rapidly approached Tira.
“Hey, Mon--” Tira was interrupted by Monica’s fat belly colliding with her own flat stomach. Monica drove Tira against the counter. While the air rushed out of Tira’s petite frame, Monica grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled Tira into her massive breasts. Tira tried to push her away but her hands just sank like Jell-O into the rolls of fat that were crushing her. She opened her mouth to breath but all she could taste was boob flesh. Tira tried clawing and slapping at Monica’s fat but just sent ripples through her body. Monica answered this by leaning more of her smothering weight into Tira and could now feel her heartbeat through the rolls of flab. Tira thought she would be smothered into oblivion…
Then, a rush of air came into her lungs. Monica backed off, laughing, as she watched Tira slump against the counter, gasping for air and clutching her stomach.
“Okay, what the fuck was that for?!?”, She shouted, scaring away any potential customers.
“Hey, calm down, Twiggy.” Monica said, “It’s just a game we play with skinny girls around here.”
“What the fuck kinda game is that?”, Tira asked, pulling herself up.
“Squash the Skinny,” Monica casually replied, “Whenever there’s a slow day and we have a skinny girl working we squash them.”
Tira was still mad and confused by this. “What do you mean by ‘Squash’?”, she asked.
“What we’ve been doing; sitting on you, pinning you, you know.” Monica said, “I guess I went a little too far.”
“Oh, come on. I know you’re used to it.”
“Your friend Mary used to work here. She told me she would practice her techniques on you.”, Monica said with a grin, “I wish I had my own squishee to practice with.”
She was right, Tira thought, Mary would throw her weight around anytime she and Tira had a disagreement. Mary would sit on her chest, lay on top of her on the sofa, and sometimes even butt drop and belly flop her. She began to recall one night they got drunk at a party and she challenged Mary to a wrestling match…
“Hey, It’s your lunch,” Monica said, snapping Tira back to reality, “We can talk more in the food court.”
Tira was amazed how much Monica was eating. She had ordered three entrees of orange chicken, a Big Mac, a calzone, a bowl of rice, and a super sized milkshake and fries. All that looked like a mountain compared to her small lunch of a grilled chicken sandwich and strawberry smoothie.
“So why do you, um….” , Tira hesitated, not wanting to say the wrong thing.
“Fat girls?”, Monica answered for her, scarfing down her calzone.
“Yeah, sure,” Tira said relieved she didn’t offend the massive woman across from her, “Why do you squash thin women?”
“For fun, of course.” Monica said firmly, moving on to her Big Mac.
“Ooookay,” Tira knew she wasn’t going to get more of an answer than this, “So you just squash skinny girls?.”
“Not just skinny girls,” She said in between bites, “Skinny guys, too. If we have them, that is. It’s sort of a rare occasion.”
“And if you don’t have any thin employees…”
“Well…” Monica began to smile, “There’s always the skinny bitch who thinks it’s funny to ask if we have any smaller sizes…” This gave Tira a fearful look, “Or just the thin gal who happened to walk in to the store at the wrong time…”
“And no one’s reported you?” Tira asked in disbelief.
“They try, but we have a deal going on with management ”
“What about your workers? Don’t they complain?”
“The skinny girls get early promotions, IF they hang around enough. The fat girls are just happy to squish a smaller girl with their girth.”
“Not to prod or anything,” Tira gave a look of caution, “Am I due for a promotion?”
“Yes, Actually.” Monica said with assurance. “But first, you have two tests.”
“The first one is now.” Monica than proceeded to lift her shirt enough so that her belly was exposed and spilled into her lap. My god, Tira thought, it’s bigger than Mary’s! Monica than began to dribble some milkshake on her belly and started to rub it in.
“I want you to clean this for me.” Monica said
“With your tongue.”
Tira shot her a look of puzzlement and disgust. “What?! There’s no way I’m doing that!”
“You will if you want to keep this job and get your promotion”
“No, I won’t!”
“I know other stores here wouldn’t take you.”
“C’mon. isn’t there something else I could do?”, Tira tried to plead.
“I need to know I can trust you.,” Monica said sternly, “Now get on your knees and lick the milkshake off my stomach.”
“Fine.” Tira said under her breath. She slowly lowered herself to her knees. She looked to the ground. She couldn’t believe she was about to lick milkshake off the fat belly of this massive woman, in public with dozens of people watching.
Just another reason to make fun of the goth girl, she thought. She slowly looked up to see Monica’s cankles, her gigantic, pale, flabby, cellulite-ridden thighs all the way up to her black silk panties.
She was now facing the biggest, fattest belly she had ever seen in her life. She couldn‘t believe how deep Monica‘s belly button seemed. She closed her eyes and slowly drew her tongue across Monica’s milkshake stained belly. She could her a few snickers escape from the mouths of onlookers. A preppy girl said aloud “Omigod, I would just die if I had to be anywhere near that fatty’s belly!” Monica thought the girl would look lovely gasping for air between her thighs.
Tira could hear rude remarks and could see the cameras of cell phones. Everyone was looking at her being degraded to a human napkin.
Right after Tira had finished the milkshake, she felt Monica’s hand grab the back of her head.
“Please, no--” , was all she had time to say, as she plunged into darkness. Monica could barely see the top of Tira’s jet black hair as she was buried up to her ears in fat and smiled as she felt Tira’s mouth opening and closing into her fat, no doubt trying to say “Help!” or “I can’t breath!”. Tira’s lip and tongue piercings only added to Monica’s pleasure. Monica soon let go, while all Tira could do was slump against her belly, the side of her face sinking into the squishy wall.
“Oh, come on Twiggy,” Monica said, helping Tira to her feet, “ This wasn’t so bad.”
Tira only answered with a groan and fell against Monica’s fat body, too weak to walk. Her face landed right between Monica’s globes of fat, smothering her once again.
“Well, if you insist,” Monica said as she held Tira’s face there and dragged her back to the store.
Right then, her facing laying between Monica’s tits and her petit frame sinking into Monica‘s bulk, Tira found out something about herself.
She liked the feeling of being squished and smothered.
She liked the weight of a soft, round ass pressing into her stomach. She liked having her face squished into the breasts of a larger woman, or the feeling of being buried up to her cheeks in a fat girls belly.
But it was a short-lived epiphany, as Monica dropped Tira onto the bench in the middle of the store.
“You coming to yet, Twiggy?” Monica asked.
“Yeah, I’ll live.”
“Good, because your second test is tonight, right after you close the store. Now get back behind that register.”
“Great.” Tira said to herself. Just great, she thought, smiling to herself.
For the rest of the day she thought about what her test was going to be. I’d love to fell her on top of me, Tira thought. Coworkers would taunt her saying “Good Luck, squishy” or “Hope you make it out alive”
“I’m sure I’ll manage.”
Emily wasn’t trying to scare her, although she was nervous she’d see her new friend in the hospital tomorrow.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine Tira.” She’d say “Monica wouldn’t hurt you. Not on purpose, at least.”
Now, it was just her in the store getting ready to close up. Her coworkers taunts kinda scared her, so she tried to hurry and get everything ready to close for the night. With so many thoughts going through her head, she wasn’t paying attention and almost ran into the gate. Strangely, it was already down and locked. Oh well, she thought, I’ll just go out the backdoor. She turned around quickly and collided with Monica’s gelatinous belly, clad in only a bra and panties.
Tira fell to the floor but quickly got to her knees and was now staring at the pale, flabby, quivering thighs in front of her. She looked up further to see Monica’s soft, luscious belly, which quaked from Monica’s laughter. Tira discreetly licked her lips thinking staring at Monica’s soft thigh flesh and the fact that it was bigger around then her thin waist.
“Are you ready for your final test, Twiggy? You can still back out it you want.” She said, stepping over Tira so that her thigh brushed against her cheek and was now resting on her shoulder.
“I won’t lie, you could get hurt.”
Tira just then realized how large Monica really was and the repercussions of having this woman crush and smother her.
“Um, actually..” Tira said, the side of her face sinking into Monica’s thigh.
“Too late.” Monica said, cutting her off, and proceeded to bring her other thigh forward, so that Tira was bent over backward, her head between Monica’s meaty legs.
Tira had to admit, she was enjoying the soft flesh that was currently surrounding her face.
“Well, Twiggy, I’ve got some good news and bad news.” Monica said, squeezing her legs so that her flesh closed around Tira’s mouth and nose. Her breathing and hearing passages were now completely cut off. All she could see was Monica’s heaving underbelly
“The good news: You won’t be here long,” She said running her hand through the smothered girl’s hair.
“The Bad news is,” Monica said, now clutching Tira’s hair, “It’s going to be a VERY intense 15 minutes.”
She now yanked Tira’s head further into her fat, until she was engulfed by Monica’s black silk crotch.
Monica dropped to her knees while Tira’s gave out. In the blink of an eye she was flat on her back with a 385-pound woman straddling her face.
“You know, I think it’s time for you to go to