Winn steadied himself and began his climb up Kara's high heel, the height of her footwear a daunting sight to behold. Each upward movement made him feel like he was scaling a skyscraper, his tiny body dwarfed by the towering heel. The smooth surface of the shoe was slick beneath his hands, and he could feel the subtle warmth radiating from it.
As he ascended, the shoe wobbled occasionally beneath the blonde's weight, sending waves of anxiety coursing through him. "Please don't move, please don't move," he thought, his heart racing with each shift. The fear that Kara might stand up at any moment and send him tumbling down was nearly paralyzing. He gripped tighter, desperately searching for any tiny grooves or ridges that could provide him with a secure foothold.
Just as he reached the top of her heel, finding himself precariously perched on the section that housed her toes, he glanced sideways and spotted Alex Danvers striding across the bar. She appeared composed and noticeably less intoxicated than Kara.
"Maybe I should get her attention instead," he thought, waving his arms frantically. But before he could call out, Kara beat him to it. "Alex! Over here!" she cheered, her tipsy cheerfulness ringing out as she kicked her feet up, not realizing the impact it would have on her tiny friend.
Her foot swung wide, sending Winn flying through the air, "Wait, what?!" His mind raced as he realized he was airborne, flung through the air like a ragdoll, before crashing onto the bench across from her.
"Ugh!" Winn groaned as he landed roughly. He shook his head to regain his bearings. Looking up, he caught a glimpse of Kara's red and blue panties peeking out from under her skirt.
His eyes widened for a moment, but he quickly shook off the distraction, knowing he needed to get Alex's attention.
Just then, Alex reached their table, her towering figure blocking out the overhead lights as she leaned in, her shadow eclipsing his tiny body as she stopped at the side of her adopted sister's table.
"What's going on, Kara?" she asked, her voice booming in Winn's miniscule eardrums.
"Hey, Alex!" Kara exclaimed, her voice cheerful and carefree. "You should join me for a drink! I'm having the best time!" She giggled, oblivious to the chaos unfolding just three feet away from her.
From his position, Winn had an unavoidable view of Alex's backside, framed by the tight denim of her jeans. The fabric hugged her curves, emphasizing the shape of her hips and the way her jeans fitted snugly around her thighs.
Winn opened his mouth to shout for help. "Alex! Down here!" But the words barely escaped his lips before Alex shifted her weight, and he suddenly found himself in the shadow of her descending backside.
"No, no, no!" he yelled, but it was too late. Alex's body came crashing down on him, pinning Winn against the booth beneath her butt.
*WHUMP!!*
The pressure was immense, and he could hardly breathe as he found himself wedged beneath her left buttock and the seat, which felt firm yet uncomfortable.
Alex scrunched her nose slightly, mumbling something about the seat being a bit off before adjusting her position.
Meanwhile, Winn tried desperately to shift away from the pressure. "Okay, okay, this is not good," he muttered to himself.
Just then, Alex lifted her butt a couple of centimeters, giving him a fleeting moment of hope, but it was short-lived as she dropped back down almost instantly, trapping him firmly between her denim-clad cheeks this time.
*WHUMP!*
"Ugh, what is going on with this seat?" Alex complained, shifting her hips again, unknowingly trapping Winn even deeper. He could feel the warmth radiating around him, and every slight movement felt like the tremors from a weak earthquake.
"Seriously?" he groaned, acutely aware of the pressure increasing as she settled into the booth. The firm fabric of her jeans compressed him against the seat, making it nearly impossible to breathe. He struggled against the overwhelming weight of her body, primarily from her rear, with a mix of Alex's muscles intensifying the immense pressure surrounding him.
The unwelcome heat enveloped him completely, and with every slight movement, he braced himself for the crushing force that followed. When Alex leaned forward to grab her drink, the weight shifted slightly, granting him a brief moment of relief, allowing only his head to poke out from beneath her. However, as she leaned back again, the pressure returned, pinning him even more firmly beneath her.
Unfortunately, her weight didn't stop there. As Alex kicked one of her boots up under the table, landing with a thud next to Kara, causing the entire booth to tremble slightly, and the reverberations traveled back up her legs to affect Winn. The weight shift forced him deeper into the seat, the duality of her buttocks pressing down on him, drowning out his desperate screams for mercy, reducing them to nothing more than inaudible exclamations.
What happens next?
1. Alex adjusts her position; she suddenly feels a strange sensation beneath her, prompting her to glance down in confusion, her eyes widening as she realizes what, or rather who, she's sitting on.
2. Alex makes space for her girlfriend, Maggie, and Winn finds himself caught off guard as the police officer, unaware of his tiny presence, plops down into the booth, replacing Alex's weight with her own, pinning him firmly beneath her.
3. After some time passes, Alex stands up to hug Kara across the table, somehow maneuvering Winn into her back pocket in the process, unknowingly taking him back to her apartment.
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