Bailey decided to proceed with the first test immediately, dropping Zack onto her bed without any semblance of concern for her safety as she rolled him off the tops of her fingers, allowing him to bounce onto the top of the mattress below, landing on his back first and then flopping onto his chest, his puny weight barely making a dent in the plush comforter.
Obviously, Bailey was extremely angry with him for ruining her hard work on their science fair project. And Zack was about to gain an even more comprehensive understanding of just how furious the nerd from Kansas truly was as he stumbled to his feet, looking up just in time as Bailey's shadow eclipsed his tiny body.
He froze, wide-eyed, as the farm girl swung her enormous backside into view above him, rendering him momentarily speechless. He couldn't help but notice how the denim stretched tightly against her curves, suggesting that the jeans were a bit snug on her, making him more than a little nervous as he considered the multiple possibilities for why she'd present her rear to him at such a tiny size.
Although it all came back to the same answer. The only one that made any sense.
Bailey smirked down at Zack over her shoulder, clearly relishing his stunned expression. "You see, Zack," she began, her voice adopting a mock-serious tone, "If I'm going to conduct a thorough study on the effects of shrinking on the human body, I must apply a significant weight to the subject and observe the results firsthand," Bailey announced, explaining how she was going to be appliying the scientific method to their project.
Not because it would change what happened next, but because she wanted him to know that he had nobody to blame but himself for her actions.
She leaned back, while also lifting her center mass, her rear hoisting itself into the air above him like a guillotine about to drop, her butt inching ever closer to Zack's position as he nervously backed away from the impending giant mass. "And since you're currently my only test subject," she continued with a mischievous smirk tugging at her lip, "it's only logical that I use my weight to gather empirical data. So, brace yourself!"
"Wait, Bailey, does that mean—" Zack began to ask, but he was a little slow on the uptake.
Before he could finish his thought, Bailey slammed her backside down onto him, her weight sinking into the mattress and pulling him down with it as she perfectly trapped Zack beneath the center of her butt, ensuring that he had to endure the full force of her weight, leaving him utterly pinned and at her mercy.
"Oops, sorry! Were you trying to say something?" Bailey asked teasingly, her tone playfully indifferent to his predicament as she wiggled and twisted her hips into the mattress.
With Zack feeling the pressure on top of him intensify shortly after she sat down, causing any coherent thoughts he had to quickly vanish, replaced by a single, overwhelming concern: How was he going to survive against this giant booty?
As Zack squirmed beneath Bailey, the weight of her body felt like an immovable force pressing down on him. He could barely breathe, the softness of the mattress enveloping him, creating a small indent for him to survive in, but it was the sheer enormity of Bailey's presence that left him feeling utterly trapped.
"You know, you make a pretty comfortable seat," Bailey teased, a playful grin spreading across her face. "I should probably be taking notes on how you're reacting to my weight, but I think I'll save that for later. Luckily, science relies on repetition to prove results." Bailey suggested, all but confirming she already planned to use Zach as a seat cushion at least one more time in the name of science.
With that, she shifted her weight again, leaning slightly to one side, which pressed Zack more firmly into the mattress, allowing Bailey to relish the way he wriggled beneath her, telling her test subject outright that she intended to repeat this process, which only served to heighten his already growing anxiety, as he wondered how long she planned to keep him pinned beneath her weight for.
The answer? She was only just getting started.
Suddenly, Bailey leaned back again, adjusting her weight playfully, and Zack felt another wave of pressure envelop him. The mattress creaked slightly under the force, and he braced himself for whatever came next, attempting to voice his discomfort, but all that escaped his lips was a muffled sound, swallowed by the soft fabric of the mattress and the weight pressing down on him.
What happens next?
1. Bailey decides to subject her test subject to an even greater weight, asking London to sit on top of her test subject, letting Zack endure the weight and power of London's larger booty.
2. Bailey subjects Zack to a new test that involves subjecting him to the effects of long-term confinement, dropping him into the back of her panties, snugly encasing him against her butt.
3. Bailey has a new test in mind, dropping Zack into one of her cowgirl boots she brought on the ship from Kansas, leaving him no way to climb out and escape before she wears it with him inside.
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