Change Inc - Chapter Eighteen

Bill was completely aghast at the sudden appearance of one of the guys from PharmCo. With a face of utter shock, he mouthed silently, “Reece?”. The tiny man, naked and covered in a viscous fluid, swung his arms up at Bill desperately for his aid.

The sound of Rosie’s stream roared in the stall next to them, as Bill pulled some toilet paper off the roll. Flattening it out across his hand, he crouched down to allow the tiny man to climb on.

His heart sank as he watched Reece, who was clearly weak, stumble onto the bunch of fluffy, white sheets. The poor man lay there, coughing and whimpering as Bill lifted him into the air.

Turning, he pulled the toilet seat down and planted himself upon it. Bill looked down at Reece sympathetically, patiently waiting while he got his breath. A groan from Ange two stalls down reminded him of where he was, and who was around. Thinking back to the meeting with PharmCo, if his memory served him correctly, Ange had taken a liking to the exec named Reece - which was backed up by her presence in the bathroom.

He felt safer with Juana just on the other side of the divider. One scream and she’d be outside his door quick as a flash, he had no doubt about that. However, things were starting to heat up and the appearance of Reece in his stall has certainly thrown a spanner in the works. His heart pounded from the growing weight upon his shoulders, his panicked train of thought cut off only by Reece stirring from his tired daze.

“Please, you have to get me out of here!” He called up to Bill, his tone hushed to avoid detection. His face was full of disgust as he looked down at himself, and inspected the state of his own body. Long strands of pubic hair coiled themselves around his limbs and lay glued across his torso where Ange’s cum had dried.

Bill gently rubbed the tiny man’s skin with the soft tissue, doing his best to clean him without needing water. He froze suddenly as Ange’s raging voice echoed through the restroom, “Reece! Where the hell are you?” Bill dared not even move, the fear that coursed through him paralysing.

Rosie sighed heavily in the stall between Bill and Ange. “Is he really on the run again? How long ago did you just have him?” she asked, her stream slowing to a trickle as she spoke.

Reece pleaded with Bill for his aid, “You have to help me. I never see the light of day. I’ve been tied to her panties every day since the meeting. The only times she lets me out is for a rinse, bathroom break, or when she changes clothes. I’ve managed to get loose and run a couple times but they always find me. Rosie is like a bloodhound!”

Ange shouted back to Rosie, “Yes, he was strapped into my panties and must have gotten loose.” She directed her voice to the entire room, “Reece! You better hope I don’t find you!”

“I can’t believe he’d try running again. Well, I’ll help you find him once we’re done here.” Rosie replied.

Bill whispered back to Reece, “Shhhh. I’ll help you, but you must remain quiet.” He lifted the cum-stained man up towards his chest and gently deposited him in his shirt pocket. Reece stayed as flat as he could, hoping to minimise the lump he’d make in Bill’s shirt.

Swallowing his growing fear of being caught with Reece, he pulled the latch on the bathroom stall door and allowed it to swing open. As he stepped out into the restroom, two flushes roared in the stalls behind him.

The distinct clicks of both locks echoed through the room, followed by the cream doors swinging open - lighting the inside of the stalls up. Rosie stepped out into the room, her eyes immediately beaming onto Bill. Ange stepped out shortly after, her form towering over Rosie’s as she locked her focus onto the restroom intruder also.

Bill struggled to find words to speak. He felt as if he were pinned down and forced silent by their overpowering gazes. Looking towards the dividing wall that separated them and Juana, Bill thought about how close to her he was. Surely, he was safe with her in such close proximity.

Juana absentmindedly hummed as she continued to tend to Rich. The taps roared as she rinsed the tiny man and began to fill the sink back up for one last clean. Any sound that made it through or around the dividing wall was mostly drowned out, unbeknownst to her.

“Juana…” Bill called out, his words faint from fear.

“You probably just wanted to get a peek, huh? Little perv!” Rosie interrupted.

“But…” Bill managed to muster before he was cut off.

“This is an outrage, do you know what my sister would do if she knew you’d been snooping in here?” Ange said, her face red with anger. She wasn’t in a patient mood, having lost her Reece.

Rosie approached Bill and roughly grabbed his shoulders, pulling him in closely to her. “I bet he took Reece!” she shouted as she grabbed at Bill’s body, nipping and gripping at him in an attempt to find the tiny man he may have been harbouring. As she moved her hands around to his chest and pressed them against his pectorals, she paused and smiled deviously.

Beneath her hand was a lump that felt awfully as if it had limbs. She gripped Bill’s shoulder with her left hand so tightly that he could make no attempt to even turn away from facing her. His heart sank as Rosie had paused her search right on top of where Reece had been hidden.

Reaching into his shirt pocket, she eagerly pulled out a squirming Reece. “Look who I found?” she exclaimed as she turned to face Ange.

Extending her arm out, she held the screaming and terrified man before Ange, for her to have back. “Thank you, Rosie! You’re a godsend!” Ange replied, snatching Reece back from her with glee. Ange’s face changed suddenly as she stared deep into Reece’s eyes, the tiny man turning white from horror as he saw the giant woman more scorn than she had ever been. Her tone low and sinister, she said simply, “I’ll speak to you in private…”

Rosie grinned evilly upon hearing this. She maintained the same grin as she changed her focus back to the scared Bill still in her grasp. Whilst fearing for his own safety, he couldn’t help but watch as Ange struggled to pull her jeans down over her obese ass. Each tug and hop aided in pulling the denim lower, exposing more and more of her soaked panties. They seemed as if they were see-through, and abused beyond belief undoubtedly. Her pubic hairs poured over the edges, as if they were spiders legs sprawling out from her nether regions.

Rosie turned to see what he was looking at. “Oh…” she said as she dragged him closer to Ange. “Do you want to watch?” she asked as she held him directly in front of Ange as she bent over and dropped her jeans to the floor. He yelped out as Rosie reached around from behind him and began to forcibly touch and jerk his limp penis through his jeans.

He grabbed at Rosie’s prying hands, unable to combat her invasions due to her strength. Surely Juana would notice soon, she couldn’t be cleaning Rich forever. He watched as Ange pulled the thin fabric of her panties away from her skin, before lowering him slowly into her grool covered crotch.

Held still by Rosie, she kept a hand around his neck and tightened it whenever he uttered more than breath. He wanted to look away, but couldn’t as Ange’s meaty paws dug into her panties and pinched at the elastic straps that would keep Reece in place once more.

It didn’t take long before he was secure. The sight of the tiny man lying suspended in the hammock of her panties, strands of grool dripping down from the hairy monster that loomed over him, was harrowing.

Throughout the whole ordeal, Rosie had been tugging at Bill’s penis and found that it was hardening. “Oh, do you like that?” she teased. Tightening her grip through his jeans, her hand easily encapsulated the entirety of his member. She continued to tease him, “I’m not quite as hairy but I could grow it out if you’d like? Get you to about his size, hmm?”

“Please, Rosie! Let me go!” Bill begged.

“Urgh, will you be quiet? It’s distracting!” Ange snapped before turning her attention back to Reece. “You better start making up for your escape attempt. Your squirming got me worked up and then you disappeared, clearly I need to tighten your binds so your delicious squirms can keep going.” she stated down to the terrified man.

Ange continued, “And just so you understand what’s at stake… You’ve seen how stretched and worn my panties get,  especially the strip that goes right between my big ass cheeks... That’s why I gotta go shopping so often, they rip! You could be the perfect little reinforcement, I could save so much with you there.” She slipped her fingers into her wet vagina, the noise audible to even Bill and Rosie as she pleasured herself at the thought.

Drips of her cum rained down onto him, the liquid thick and white. Reece whimpered, his cries only interrupted by coughing. Finally, Ange pulled at her panties and tugged them back over her ass and crotch. The faint noises coming from Reece were immediately silenced as he was engulfed by her meaty lips.

Ange hopped and wiggled as she fought to get her jeans back up over her enormous hips. As she zipped up her jeans and clipped her button into place, Bill could only stare in shock as the tiny man had been so totally devoured by her hungry cunt.

Rosie, relishing in Bill’s horror and disgust, said, “I think Bill here wants a touch…” She had been watching him stare into Ange’s cameltoe the whole time, and dragged him awkwardly close to it. He could feel the heat from Ange’s sex emanating into his face, her feminine musk penetrating his nostrils and flooding his brain with hormones.

Sliding her grasp down Bill’s arm, Rosie grabbed at his hand and pulled it towards Ange’s pronounced and pudgy vaginal lips. She rubbed his hand between them, caressing the fleshy and squishy skin through the denim. Bill gagged in disgust as he felt Reece beneath the fabric. He really felt sorry for the man at ground zero of such a vile act; and to think he had been experiencing that for so long already.

Ange moaned at Bill’s touch, Reece’s squirming renewed from the touch he had felt by a smaller hand than the women that terrorised him. Feint cries escaped through the fabric, only barely heard by Bill inches away.

Bill’s arm instantly sprung back to its position by his side as Rosie released it. Ange cooed from the pleasure she was feeling, having seemingly overlooked Bill’s intrusion into the women’s bathroom. She ran her hand down her titanic body until it reached her crotch before pressing the entirety of her hand into her vagina, kneading Reece’s body as deep between her folds as it would go.

Ange, finished now, straightened up her blouse. The feeling between her legs was overwhelming to say the least, causing frustrations that she’d only be able to solve in private. “Well, I suppose I should be on my way. Rosie, see to it that Bill finishes up here quickly and never stumbles into the women’s bathroom again.” she commanded before making her way towards the sinks.

Rosie and Bill watched as Ange walked towards the far edge of the dividing wall, her huge hips swinging with more pep than usual. Just before she disappeared behind it, her hand slapped up against the wall as she leaned over and let out a low moan. Bill wanted to gag as the titanic woman pressed her whole hand against her soaked pussy through the fabric of her pants, kneading Reece into her as she did.

Rosie smiled, loving the power Ange was displaying for nothing more than her own pleasure, before calling over to her, “Get what’s yours, girl!” Ange turned to smile back before moving beyond the wall and towards the sinks.

“Oh hey, Juana!” Ange said as she turned the tap on in the sink beside her. “What you got there?” she asked, leaning over slightly to get a better look of the man Juana seemed to be cleaning.

“Oh this is Rich,” Juana replied, smiling. Rich looked up at Ange from within Juana’s hands, terrified that she would just take him at any moment.

“That’s cool, how come you have him and not Val?” Ange asked inquisitively as she rubbed soap across her hands.

“Ah, Bill and I have been tasked with tidying him up a bit for Val,” Juana explained.

Finishing up with rinsing her hands, Ange turned the tap off before shaking them slightly over the sink to get rid of the excess water. “Oh, I see! That makes sense. Well, I’m going to head back to my office now, I’ll see you around!” Ange said as she made her way towards the door.

“See ya!” Juana replied, turning her attention back to Rich in the sink.

Totally alone now, a chill ran up his spine as Bill turned to face Rosie - who’s devious grin was already forming. “Well, Bill, you heard the woman! Do the crime and pay the time, that’s just how it works.” Rosie said as she slowly began to make her way towards him, her arms outstretched.

Terrified, Bill wasted no time in attempting to clarify, “A... A… Actually Rosie, I think you were just meant to let me finish up here and…”

Rosie cut him off, finishing his sentence for him, “And… See to it that you never stumble into the women’s bathroom again? That could mean a lot of things, Billy…” Bill’s cheeks flushed red. Ange had said that and, knowing Ange, it really could be taken any way.

Rosie inched her way closer before pressing her body up against Bill’s as she spoke, her breath hot as it rushed into his ear from such close proximity, “That could be us, y’know? All you have to do is say the word… You’d feel nice and sweet as a three incher pressed up against my pussy… In fact, maybe that could be your punishment. You’d certainly never stumble into here if you were all mine...” Her words were slick with lust as her grip around him tightened with each second that passed.

Desperate for Juana’s aid now, Bill tried his best to call out to her, “Juana! Jua…” His world spun suddenly as Rosie slammed the palm of her hand powerfully into the side of his head, knocking him into a daze.

Like a snake, Rosie coiled her arms around him and clutched him tightly. Allowing one hand to come over his face, she slipped it across his lips and gripped his mouth in an attempt to keep him quiet.

She dragged Bill roughly into the stall before throwing him down against the porcelain. As he fell, Bill grasped onto the bowl for support. Looking up, he was met with the unholy sight of Rosie towering over him and locking the door behind her, sending chills down his spine. The shade from the walls of the stall blocking out some of the light made the image all the more sinister, her grin only barely visible to him as she slowly came closer.

Reaching down quickly, she grabbed his throat once more and pulled him up until he was almost suspended in the air by the neck. “No words from you, or else!” Rosie aggressively whispered to him as she released his throat and turned her attention to his jeans, beginning to unbutton them.

Wasting no time on his zip, she roughly tugged the denim down over Bill’s legs. He held onto the toilet seat for support as the giant woman continued to decloth him. Moving onto his underwear, she almost ripped the fabric as she tore them down his legs with little regard for his comfort or belongings. He could see a look of primal hunger in her eyes, and feared for his life.

Reaching down between his now bare legs, she immediately wrapped her black nailed fingers around his hardening member and tugged at it. With her spare hand, she forcefully slammed it against Bill’s mouth and pinned him down against the toilet and cistern. He wanted to scream out for help, but could muster no sound to escape past her tight grip.

Rosie continued to jerk Bill off, watching as tears rolled down his cheeks and feeling his panicked breaths rush through his nostrils onto her other hand. She uttered, “Oh, do you like that? I bet you do, you little slut!”

Frustrated, Rosie released his hard member from his grasp and began to grind her sensitive crotch against him. The harsh fabric of her denim jeans painfully rubbed against his genitals as she continued to rub herself across his body, her movements erratic and overbearing. The stall walls either side shook slightly from Rosie’s aggressive and lustful grinding. Bill prayed Juana would hear. He could do nothing but stare with wide eyes as she kept him tightly silenced, nothing escaping him more than panicked breaths and scared moans.

“Alright, Rich!” Juana said, “I think you’re more than clean now! I know you don’t like it, but you’re going to need to go back in the dildo outfit for the time being unless we want to risk upsetting Val!” She paused for a moment, having noticed just how long Bill had taken to pee.

Curious about what was taking Bill so long, Juana said, “Wait here, Rich, I’m just going to check on Bill.” She smiled warmly at him before making her way along the sinks towards the edge of the dividing wall. As the stalls came into sight, Juana could see no sign of life. All the stall doors were in their usual place half open and she couldn’t hear much more than a slight knocking.

Passing each stall, Juana furrowed her brow confused as to the whereabouts of Bill. “Are you okay, Bill?” she asked as she approached the stall the knocking seemed to have been coming from.

The knocking stopped. Rosie tightened her grip on Bill’s mouth even more as her eyes widened. She mouthed the words, “QUIET!” Bill made no attempts to even move. He could see a seriousness in Rosie’s eyes that he had never seen before, leaving him even more scared than had she just raped him.

Juana knocked lightly on the stall door again, “Bill, are you in there? Are you okay?” Again, there was no reply.

Seeing no way to get out of this without having to face Juana, Rosie called out from behind the locked door, “Don’t worry, Juana. I’m just speaking to Bill privately. Ange asked me to!”

Juana’s blood boiled upon hearing Rosie’s voice. She knew too well what Rosie was like, and she knew Rosie had a particular interest in Bill too. Keeping calm and collected, Juana commanded the young woman, “Rosie, please unlock the door now.” There was a short pause with no movement before Juana repeated herself, beginning to lose her temper, “Rosie! Open this door, NOW!”

Rosie, knowing her place in the pecking order, didn’t wait for Juana to ask a third time. Leaving the scared and crying Bill lying against the toilet, she stood up and composed herself before unlocking the latch. As the door swung open, Juana was met with the sight of Rosie looking flushed.

Juana yelled loudly, “Get away from him now!” She boomed towards Rosie, grabbing her and easily tossing her aside as she hurried to help Bill up. As she helped him to his feet, he stood up only barely upon weak legs. Juana’s heart sank as she watched the small man she had grown so fond of sob, his cheeks already soaked from his tears.

How could somebody be so cruel? She wondered. Her blood began to boil as her mind moved from Bill to the person who harmed him. As Juana turned herself to face Rosie, she was met by a shell of the woman Rosie once was. Her skin was pale and her fist clenched as she tried not to shake from the adrenaline coursing through her veins, her body expecting a fight at any moment and not expecting to win.

Juana took two steps forward, completely eclipsing Bill from Rosie’s view as her larger form towered over the girl. They were mere inches apart as Juana hunted for the words appropriate in such a situation, “How dare you abuse someone in such a way? Have you no shame? Have you no compassion?”

She pointed to Bill and stepped aside slightly, allowing Rosie to see him as he quivered in place. Rosie never turned her gaze away from Juana as she tried to hold her ground, and not succumb to the immense pressure she was feeling. Juana shouted at her once more, her angered breath washing over Rosie as she did, “Look at him! Look what you did!”

Not wanting to give up her strong facade, Rosie tried her best to shrug it off, “Eh, so what? He’s just a guy…”

Juana paused for a moment, considering her response. Rosie wasn’t wrong that this sort of treatment to one of their male employees wouldn’t be all that punishable, but she had to think of something. She couldn’t just let her get away with violating Bill in such a way. Looking back towards Bill, Juana said, “Bill is Val’s personal admin, do you really think she’d allow this sort of thing? I should just report you!”

Sensing that she was out of her depth, Rosie held her hands up, “Okay jeez, I’ll leave him alone!” Rosie attempted to pass Juana but the larger woman held her ground, for a moment; leaving the pair in an awkward moment of tension. Before it could escalate, Juana stepped aside and allowed Rosie to pass.

Silence returned as the door swung shut behind Rosie. Bill looked up at Juana’s empathetic smile as she held her hand out to him. Still whimpering from Rosie’s sexual assault, Juana pulled him in close and hugged him tightly.

Despite his attempts at maintaining some level of composure, Bill broke down into a heap of tears as the large woman pulled his body into hers, stroking the back of his head to calm his nerves. He couldn’t shake the image of Rosie grabbing him and forcing him into the dark stall as she attempted to rape him. It just kept replaying for him, over and over, like it was still happening. He cried and cried into her warmth, “I don’t know if I can do this, Juana. She… She…”

“Shhh... “ Juana cooed as she pulled him into her tighter, “It’s okay, I’m here now.” Releasing him from her loving embrace, Juana asked, “Okay, let’s finish up with Rich and get you somewhere you’ll feel more safe, hmm?”

Hearing her words, an instinctual panic overtook Bill as he screamed and pulled away from her, “NO! She’s out there! She’s waiting for me! You don’t understand, Juana, this has been a long time coming!”

Juana lowered herself down onto one knee to meet his height and shushed him once more, the soft hushing noise soothing him once again. She reassured him, “Slow down, we don’t have to rush out of here. Let’s start with just getting Rich sorted and then we can think about leaving. I’ll even go first and you can stay close behind.”

“Oh… Okay… I guess I can do that…” Bill replied quietly, staying close to her as she collected his clothes from the stall and made her way back towards where the sinks were situated. He was starting to feel a little better but his heart was still racing. His body was still tense. He was still in fight or flight mode. Every shadow darker, each edge sharper, the world around him felt more real than it had ever felt.

“T-thank you, Juana. You’re truly too kind.” Bill said as she handed him back his clothes. Juana smiled warmly in response before turning her attention to Rich, who had been only able to hear snippets over the roar of the tap that Juana had left on. Bill pulled his underwear on and tugged his jeans up his legs, shuffling slightly in place to get the tight denim over his legs.

“Alright, Rich, time to get in the outfit.” Juana said as she approached the sinks. She lifted the small man and held him up to the dildo outfit. Rich entered with little resistance, even allowing Juana to strap him in place. She smiled down at him, feeling an almost maternal bond with the poor guy. “I’m sorry, Rich. This won’t last forever…” she said, before lifting him from the bench and turning to Bill.

“Shall we?” she asked.

Bill hesitated for a moment as they approached the door together, with Rich in Juana’s hand. He was once more as stiff as a board, his exoskeleton serving to keep him once more almost painfully rigid. “It’s okay, Bill. I’m here for you,” she said as she turned to face the scared man, frozen in place a few metres behind her and away from the door.

Waiting patiently, Juana allowed Bill to come on his own terms. He took a few half steps, some not making any progress at all as his legs shook from fear and he struggled to place them firmly. But finally, he made it behind her, and with her strong stature protecting him she pushed the door open.

The three of them made their way back to Val’s office. Bill kept close to Juana, he felt safe to some extent but couldn’t help but keep looking around for Rosie. He watched everybody who passed closely, intently scanning them for any sign of a threat, worried that Rosie could strike at any moment. However, it never came. And he thanked Juana for it. As he looked up at her, he couldn’t believe how lucky he had been to meet such an amazing woman, and here of all places!

It took no time at all to reach Val’s office and Juana turned to face Bill, with Rich still in hand. “Well, we’re here…” she said, her calming smile still planted solidly upon her face.

“Yeah I guess we are… Listen Juana, thank you so much for everything you’ve done. Meeting you might be the best thing that has happened to me since I got here.” Bill replied, glad he got the opportunity to express his gratitude to Juana for all she had done.

Upon hearing this, Juana couldn’t help but beam with happiness. “Aw Bill, you’re more than welcome! I’m glad I met you too! And Rich of course!” she said. She looked down at Rich in her hand and gave him a loving, motherly smile. She lifted a hand to his face and gently stroked his cheek with the back of her index finger.

Suddenly, the door to Val’s office swung open behind Juana. Turning to face the door, they were greeted by the towering form of Val. “Oh, Juana!” Val said as she eyed up Rich in her hands, confused that she had dedicated so much time to the small pair, “You cleaned Rich?”

“Erm, yes. The men’s bathroom was out of order so I escorted them into the women’s…” Juana replied quickly, her demeanour calm and collected. Bill was beginning to sweat. He was worried for Rich going back to Val.

“Hmm, okay. Well, please come in. No need to hang around outside the door!” Val laughed as she turned and made her way back to her desk. Juana followed her close behind, Bill matching her steps a short distance behind her like a duckling following its mother.

As Juana approached Val’s desk, Rich began to stir more. He tugged at his binds and wailed in desperation. “Please! No!” he screamed out. His eyes were bloodshot with stress as he screamed and struggled to flail his stuck body.

Maintaining her composure, and knowing she couldn’t save him, Juana placed Rich down upon Val’s desk. She took a deep but subtle breath in, before saying, “There you go, Val. I think Rich did a fine job getting him clean for you!”

Val smiled. “Thank you both for your help. That should be all.” she said, raising her hand to gesture that Juana and Bill were welcome to leave as she stared at her toy. Reaching to the end of the desk where Rich was situated, she began to slide the dildo contraption he was entrapped in over towards her.

Rich screamed out to Juana as she walked towards the door, “Please Juana, don’t let her keep me!” Val’s blood immediately began to boil upon hearing this. He was begging for Juana? Juana?! Through gritted teeth, Val said, “Y’know? Maybe I’ve been too soft on you when I’ve let you rest up between the girls…” She pressed her humongous breasts together briefly as she spoke.

“How’s a little ass time sound, hmm?” Val asked as she stood up from her chair. Bill and Juana stopped their exit and turned to watch the display by Val, her actions dramatic enough that they assumed she was making a statement. She shimmied slightly in place as she tugged her skirt down her legs, revealing her crotch and ass covered only barely by panties seemingly too small for her.

Digging her finger between her bloated cheeks, she hunted for the back of her panties that had sunk a little too deep. As she finally caught it, she slipped a finger beneath the fabric and pulled them out. Wasting no time, she slid the abused ass-fabric down her legs, her gigantic ass wobbling to each movement.

Reaching down to Rich, she swiftly untied him from his dildo uniform and lifted his near-limp body into the air. Terrified, Rich could only muster a weak cry as Val brought his tiny, vulnerable form around behind her. He could see her looking down at him over her shoulder as she pried apart her titanic asscheeks. They seemed to almost cling together, slightly moist from a constant, sweaty musk. The stale scent of Val’s fat ass immediately washed over Rich, encompassing the world around him.

Wasting no time, Val slipped the tiny man between her cheeks and shoved his body up against her asshole. He began to squirm desperately, his movements erratic butt useless. He remained pinned against the slimy orifice until suddenly it began to twitch. A low rumble reverberated through her body and fatty cheeks, inaudible to Bill and Juana.

The seconds before it happened were the longest few seconds of Rich’s life. A horrifying calm before a storm no person should have to endure. Val’s twitching brown eye finally burst, a hot and thick gas rushing out of it with a loud and wet hiss. Rich clenched his eyes and mouth shut as best as he could, but the disgusting blast could not be stopped from forcing its way up his nose. Nor could he stop Val’s barely perceivable spray of faecal matter from absorbing into his freshly washed skin.

As the fart calmed down and Val’s asshole began to contract to its original, tight position, it chewed lightly on Rich’s face and one arm. He tugged at his arm, wanting it out from her anus’ vice grip as soon as possible. However, he found that Val’s asshole was actually pretty tight when she wasn’t using it and kept his arm with ease. “Now I want you to have a big think about how good you have it!” Val called down as she released her cheeks, isolating Rich from the outside world as her fatty flesh slapped together.

Juana and Bill could only stand there with mouths agape. Their shock totally apparent to Val, she mused to herself that Rich had been adequately punished for what he had done. Looking up to Juana and Bill, she smiled and said, “Don’t you two have work to get back to?” as she pulled her panties back up.

As Val pulled the fabric of her panties tight over her pussy, she relished in the feeling of the undergarment slipping too deep between her cheeks until she had quite a deep wedgie. Rich was in total darkness when the fabric pressed up against his back and pinned him even more tightly against Val’s asshole. He felt her tight sphincter swallow his arm up to his shoulder as she tugged her panties completely up into her ass, causing him to scream out in dismay as he found his face pinned against the oily, stinking surface.

Shimmying her skirt back up over her hips, Val allowed herself to fall back into her chair. Her cheeks slapped harshly against the leather, causing Bill to wince for his tiny friend directly beneath such a weight coming down. He prayed for his safety. However, there was nothing he could do at this time.

As they left the room, Val called down to her ass, “Are you asleep back there?” She lifted her cheek, before managing to squeeze out what only amounted to a fairly small toot. But for Rich it was anything but small. She laughed, “Oh, never mind! Somebody has a pretty bad case of the wiggles. And that was just a little girl fart!”

Their faces solemn, Juana and Bill finally left Val’s office. They both seemed to sigh in relief as soon as the door shut. “I don’t even know what to say after that. I can’t even begin to imagine the hell he is going through…” Juana remarked. Bill shook his head and sighed. She was right. It was beyond words.