A Mediation Guide

Katie reads the book's title out loud: "How to Be Completely Still". You feel her voice vibrating through the sofa, rattling your bones. She mumbles a bit of the opening: "Block the outside world. Focus on these words. Repeat these relaxing mantras..."

You feel like tearing your face out. Here you are, flat beneath the butt of your gargantuan GF. You hoped she'd notice you, or at least get off. And now, she's going to do everything in her power to stay in place, ignoring any sounds or movements.

It's black under the panties' cotton canopy. You can't even see your own hand, pushing away the flowing layers of pudgy flesh and muscle between frail fingers. However, as the cheeks shift and stretch over your entrapped abdomen, you can actually sense how Katie's moving. She's crossing her legs together, and resting the tome on her knees. This pushes even more of her body weight on you. Her seat readjustment drives you spelunking into the deep, tight pit of her wedgie.

Above, the redhead continues: "I'm at peace. Ohm..."

Her droning, serene humming vibrates the mountains on either side of you. Those mountainous masses of ass rapidly shake; stroking your minuscule frame between them. Slowly, her heat drifts on you. The passive humidity cascades in slow, excruciating waves. Through your arms, your legs, into your torso, and right up to your poor head - ready to pop like a grape. Your blood boils, but your mind melts.

"I'm content with this moment." Katie's hushed whisper hurts your ears.

Her butt sinks deeper into the couch... Or rather, you sink deeper into her butt. It's hard to breathe, with your chest and nose squeezed into the tight fabrics. Your lungs intake a mix of soap, lotion, and a hint of fruity punch. Almost grape-like. Maybe that's what she had at the party? You remember sharing grape soda with her, while watching movies...

...An **** wiggle shakes you into reality. The surrounding, doughy mass kneads your pathetic, pancaked frame with each word she lets out: "A golden light is filling me with positive, cleansing energy. From my tailbone, to the tip of my scalp."

She soaks in the relaxing, calming sunlight from outside the window. As she corrects her posture, her ass gives you another snug squeeze - forcing the wind out of your lungs. It's getting hard to focus. Amid the light air; the growing warmth; and the lull of her relaxed breathing; you're starting to lose consciousness. Your spirit screams internally, alarms blaring in the back of your head. And yet, your body is weakening. Growing numb to the pressure. Shrinking back. Accepting your place under this powerful, smooth rear end.

Katie sighs in contentment, the meditation continuing. "Bathe in thankfulness."

If you don't act now, you might faint beneath her...