Ruby’s Game

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(This story is based on an idea sent from a much appreciated Anon. -Wolf)

I’ve known Trisha my whole life. She’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember. I won’t bore you with our entire life stories, but I’ll catch you up to speed. And then we’ll talk about the video. And the game.

My name is Ruby. My parents must have been psychic, because it turned out to be an apt name for a short, scrawny redhead. They call me their little gem, even though I’m shy and not very friendly. But I’m eighteen– can you blame me?

Trisha was my age and my physical opposite– but we were thick as thieves since day one. She was a dirty blonde with much more confidence than me.

She also had lipedema. The only thing I understood about her condition was it meant she looked both fat and skinny at the same time. Her top half was only a little chubby, but her legs were disproportionately huge. So was her butt. Her bottom half seemed like it belonged to someone else. Someone enormous.

Anyone else would have been a social outcast, but Trisha didn’t bare any shame for her condition, which drastically changed her body in the last couple years of high school. She wasn’t bullied, because she’d tear someone a new one if they tried. She was tough. I admired her for it.

I also found myself interested in her strange proportions. Once she really started to swell up during her eighteenth year, I felt differently about her.

I thought I was straight, but Trisha made me reconsider things. I felt weird about suddenly crushing on my best friend. I felt strange for being aroused by her excess cellulite, and her incredibly bottom heavy body. I was also very curious how much she weighed.

That’s as good an intro as any.

One day, I was Trish’s playing a game on her tablet while she binged a marathon of some reality dating show on her TV. We were often hanging in her cramped bedroom. I didn’t enjoy every guilty pleasure she did, so we often entertained ourselves while hanging out.

I got tired of playing the game, and started perusing her tablet for other apps to try. I found a file marked FACTING, and I swear I thought it was some trivia game or something. It wasn’t.

Trisha stared at her TV as I tapped the icon, and discovered a video file. The cover image didn’t reveal the contents. I played the video, expecting nothing.

The sound was on full blast from my earlier game. The video started halfway through some kind of porn vid, in which a woman with similar proportions to Trisha was sitting on a man’s face, seemingly suffocating him on purpose. She was nude, and jiggly and–

“OH MY GOD!” Trisha said, snatching the tablet from my hands, stifling the speaker with her palm as she frantically scrambled to turn it off.

I was in shock, and embarrassed, and totally confused.

“Ruby!” she hissed, turning bright red, “You’re just digging through my shit?”

“Sorry,” I said, probably a shade more red than herself. Ginger skin: it’s my superpower.

Trisha sighed. “It’s not your fault. I should have hid that better.”

“What is that? Who is that? That wasn’t…you, was it?” I felt flushed, and warm all over.

“No!” Trisha scoffed. “She’s just some chick online who…”

She covered her hands with her face. My eyes darted to her black Nirvana shirt. It barely hid her tummy.

“She has lipedema too. She sits on guys faces. She does OnlyFans and stuff. You think I’m a fucking weirdo for saving that, just say it!”

She looked like she wanted to laugh, but maybe she was worried about my judgement, which would be a first.

“Trish, no…” I giggled a little, trying to ease the tension. “That was actually…pretty hot.”

She eyed me suspiciously.

“I mean it,” I said.

Trisha looked at her bedroom carpet.

“I know, right?” she said, grinning. She looked up at me. “I like pretending that it’s me, doing that to someone, when I…”

My heart fluttered a little. I had never seen a video like that. Never imagined someone like Trisha using her butt to suffocate someone. It was so weird, and intimate, and intriguing.

“Was he like…licking her? Or…” I was often shy when it came to sex stuff. We were both virgins, but I could barely talk about anything beyond kissing.

“No, I don’t think so,” Trisha said thoughtfully. “It’s more about smothering– like breath play stuff.”

I had never told anyone, but recently I had started holding my breath while I masturbated. It got me there quicker. I didn’t think much of it until now.

“Hmm,” I said, not sure how to contribute to this conversation.

“Ruby, do you–” Trisha trailed off abruptly. She fell back on her bed, groaning.

I climbed up beside her, poking her soft side.

“What’s wrong, Trishy?” I teased.

“I almost said something super dumb,” she said.

“Oh,” I said innocently.

“I almost asked if you wanted to try that.” Her words hung in the air, and my heart skipped a beat or two.

“Naked?” I squeaked.

“No, I don’t have to be.” She spoke softly, even bahçeşehir escort though her parents both worked late. We were alone for hours.

“That wouldn’t be terrible for me,” I said, trying to seem playful. I was trying to flirt with my best friend, but I didn’t know how.

Trisha looked at me, then to the carpet again.

“Ruby,” she said, “We’re best friends. Maybe this is too weird, even for us. Plus, I’m so heavy. I could hurt you, or–“

“Trish, I like your body. I actually really like your body.” I was beet red, surely. But I spoke my truth.

“Really?” she said, tilting her head. “I’m a fatso though.” She bit her lip, begging me to tell her more.

I smiled. “I dunno what to tell you. I like all your curves.”

She smiled in return, then sat up.

“We could…play a game. I saw something once, it’s like a guessing game. You guess my weight, and then…okay, wait a second. Lie down.”

I did as asked, both nervous and excited. Trisha was wearing grey sweatpants, the kind that was thicker and left more to the imagination than the sheer kind that most girls wore these days.

She crawled over me, and started to straddle my face. I giggled nervously as her massive leg swooped over my head.

“So,” she said, parking her massive ass directly above me. “You guess my weight. You guess wrong, and I sit on you. Each wrong guess means I sit on you a little bit longer.”

“Okay,” I said cautiously, “Do I have to guess exactly right? How would I–“

“I weighed myself today,” she said. “That’s the number in my head.”

“But you could cheat,” I said suspiciously.

Trisha laughed, clearly not realizing that until now.

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” she said sweetly. “So, guess.”

My mind went blank. All I could see was an extremely wide waist perched above me, cloth digging in to her crotch and ass. I need to emphasize how huge her ass really was; Each butt cheek was much wider than my whole waist. It was a staggering volume of…woman. And I swore I could almost smell her–

“Ruby,” she said flatly.

“Sorry. Uh…two hundred pounds?”

“Nope,” she giggled, and lowered herself. This was really happening.

Her titanic ass approached. My nose pressed into her butt crack as she slowly sat down upon me. I giggled nervously. Her impossibly big ass pushed gently against my face. I inhaled deeply through my nose, taking a big breath.

God she smelled good. Like laundry, and sweat, and feminine aromas.

Then my world went dark as her butt eclipsed my sight. Her soft, warm cheeks buried me, and pressed my mouth shut, and my nose deep into her crack.

Feeling her weight upon me was incredible. I was pressed into her bed– her mattress sunk in deep under her gravity. I realized I probably couldn’t breathe if I tried. A little bit of panic crept in, as I didn’t remember her saying how long she would sit for. Just when I started to worry, she sat up on her knees.

I inhaled fresh air that was both musky and sweet.

“How was that?” Trisha asked with a sensual inflection.

“Pretty great,” I said, my jeans containing my secret, that I was already feeling a little wet from that first sitting.

“Do I stink? Or was I hurting you?” Trisha wiggled her bum above me.

“Nope and nope,” I said. My nose felt a little bent, but I felt amazing otherwise. “But are you counting in your head?”

“No,” she said. “Sorry, I forgot. I just wanted to see how it felt first. I think that was like…five seconds? How about I’ll add another five every time you get it wrong.”

“What?” I laughed, my nose sounding stuffy. “But if I make too many wrong guesses I’ll pass out! Wait, would I pass out? Or could I like…die?”

“No,” she said, patronizingly. “I’ll get up if you tap me. But this is a good way to get used to it, slowly going longer without air.”

I wasn’t mentally prepared for such a perfect fantasy to manifest like this. I couldn’t wait to have her do it again.

“Okay,” I said coyly. “Seven…hundred…pounds.”

“Pfft, you wish.” Trisha lowered herself again. Her ass consumed me once more, and I relished in being forced up inside her ass. I heard her start to count in Mississippi units, but her voice was muffled by her titanic bum.

My nose was being pinched by the seam of her sweats, but otherwise I was great. I tried to inhale, and because of the soft material, I could kind of pull some oxygen in, but with much effort. It didn’t help. Trisha counted unintelligible numbers as I started to feel the need to breathe. I think she was counting slowly because of the too-high guess.

My lungs ached a little, but she heaved off soon after.

“You might want to guess a bit more seriously if you want to survive,” she laughed.

I drew breath, feeling only a little faint.

“Are you sitting all the way?” I asked, my nose throbbing a little. I wished I could see her face, but that would be a while yet.

“Like fully sitting? No.”

“Well how else can I guess properly?”

“Fair esenyurt escort point. But your guess.”

“Alright. Two hundred and fifty-five pounds.”

“Cold,” she said.

Trisha sat down again. The pressure increased. And increased. It didn’t stop. I was buried, packed deep inside her crevice. That fucking seam was digging into my flattened nose. My head felt like a watermelon being slowly stepped on by a hippo.

Then the pressure peaked, and I knew I that Trisha was resting all of her weight on me.

Immediately, I wanted air. It was too soon to crave escape this badly, and new sensations crept into the experience. I was claustrophobic, uncomfortable, and scared.

Sure, I knew I could tap her, and I was pretty sure she’d get up. But that panic was hard to shut out. I resisted tapping out for as long as I could, but I gave up before she got herself up.

I slapped blindly at her legs and she quickly leaned forward.

“Jeez Rubes, you’re supposed to be lasting longer, that was barely–“

“Sorry!” I said, panting heavily, “I got overwhelmed, I felt claustrophobic!”

“Hmm,” she replied. “Not sure why I enjoy the idea of you like…struggling to breathe under me. I must be a fucking sociopath or something!”

We both laughed– maybe at the absurdity of what we were doing. Maybe laughing made it less intimate– made it a game instead of something more than just teens experimenting.

“There’s a seam in your sweats that’s killing my nose,” I said.

Trisha climbed off me, and lay next to me on the bed. She inspected my raw sniffer.

“That looks painful,” she said, lightly tracing her finger along the bridge of my nose.

“I’m a trooper.” I sounded like I had a cold.

“I could take my sweats off.” She stared at me with her amber eyes. The look revealed nothing other than I knew she meant it.

I struggled to find words.

Struggled to form a reply.

She spoke first.

“I had a shower this morning before school. And I shave, so I’m not like…gross or anything. But it’s more like…do you even want to keep doing this? ‘Cause I don’t want us to be like, weird later, or–“

“Trisha, this is like…the best day of my life,” I said. “I feel weird saying this, but I really want to know how it feels for you to sit on my face with no pants on.”

I grimaced a little, but speaking the truth felt good.

She smiled, and kissed my forehead.

“I’m glad. I really wanted to keep going.” She lay back, and shimmied out of her sweats. Her pale legs were exposed, and I saw things I’d never seen before.

I saw another girl’s pussy for the first time, at least the top part. She was shaved indeed. Her mound was so much chubbier than I expected. It looked like it would fill both my hands. Her mammoth thighs were dimpled and uneven, and her ass sort of pooled out where she was sitting on the bed.

There was so much flesh, so much cellulite.

Then she crawled up on all fours again. Crawled up to my head. Swung her colossal thigh over my face.

“Yup, that’s my vagina,” she giggled. Her body jiggled and wobbled. I was in heaven as I gazed at her pussy lips. They were cute, and barely peeked out from her plump crotch.

Then I looked up, into her deep ass crack. It called to me. It begged for me to plunge my face inside. She boldly wiggled her hips and her cheeks wobbled and grazed my forehead.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Three hundred,” I said.

“Gettin’ there,” said Trisha, “but very slowly.”

She brought her rear upon me. I nonchalantly guided my nose into the middle of her crack, squirming slowly inside as her cheeks slowly swallowed me.

Without her sweats, her skin was warmer, and had more grip. The more weight she slowly relaxed upon me, the more pressure I felt on my face. I kept my hands by my sides until I needed desperately to reach up, trying to part her cheeks a little so I could push in deeper. I couldn’t do much– I could barely reach.

She understood what I was trying to do, and sat up a tiny bit before spreading her ass apart drastically.

I saw her asshole in the dark center: I dove in.

I pushed my nose against her musky hole, and she released her flesh, trapping me inside, and sitting down with impatient force.

If I had felt claustrophobic before, I wasn’t prepared for this.

I was sealed tightly inside Trisha’s balmy, flesh prison. It was airtight. I felt so severely buried that I literally felt like I was underneath an elephant. I felt her breathing, and heard her muscles and whatnot shifting and heaving.

I heard her counting, but I only heard vague noises.

I started counting the noises.

I got to seven as my survival instincts crept in.

I reached thirteen as my chest screamed for air.

I reached seventeen as I realized absentmindedly how turned on I was.

A second later I tapped her naked thighs to get her off.

A second later, she still wasn’t budging.

When she finally lifted, I practically screamed halkalı escort as I drew breath.

“Fuuuuck!” I gasped, making sounds that scared myself. Suddenly I was highly aware of the surreal nature of this moment. My obese best friend was suffocating me with her ass. Her NAKED ass. I mean, I was fucking CRAMMED up there, and I think she LIKED that she was almost crushing the life out of her shy, diminutive bestie, Ruby.

This was fucking crazy.

“Ruby?” she said, sounding both concerned and hungry for more.

I groaned, seeing stars and feeling very lightheaded.

“I had to get to twenty, you were almost there anyways,” said Trisha. She had ignored my pleas for an extra couple seconds. And I wasn’t even mad.

I was soaked.

“You gotta manage your air better, Rubes,” she said as I studied the details of her secret entrance. Entrances, plural.

“You’re doing great though,” she said, patting the crotch of my jeans. She had never touched me there before. I had also never wedged my face into her ass before today either.

I writhed a little at her touch. She didn’t comment on it.

“So, be honest,” she said, “What’s my ass smell like?”

I boldly leaned in, inhaling dramatically inside her butt crack, and said, “Smells perfect.”

She laughed, and patted me twice between my legs again, then kept her hand there.

My heart couldn’t take much more. I loved her so much. Love or something like it.

“What happens when I guess right?” I asked, resisting the urge to kiss her pussy, which unlike mine, was fully exposed.

“Well,” she said, “You can have whatever you want.”

I smiled. Not that she could see. I thought for a moment. I didn’t know how close I was but I felt like I needed to aim higher. But not too high.

“Four hundred.”

“Ooh, wow. You’re really close. But…not exactly right.”

Once more, I was entombed. I had wisely slowed my breathing beforehand. I counted with Trisha to keep track.

I tried to tell myself that twenty-five seconds was nothing.

I tried not to think about the pressure, or the heat, or the panic that slowly piled on with every extra second. I didn’t fully trust Trisha. Or, I knew she might take her time to release me. My time. My precious seconds.

I wondered what she must be thinking. What it must feel like to smother such a scrawny, weak little girl like me. I bet she felt powerful. Like a goddess. Or something.

I had lost count. My limit was reached. I tapped for air. She didn’t move. I expected this. I raked at her skin with my nails. She remained stoic.

I tried to scream, but her intimate flesh was pressed tightly against my lips.

I thrashed around, and she tapped me on the pussy. I swear I almost came from a tap.

Then she sat up.

“Sorry,” she sighed as I wheezed in some air, sounding ragged and sickly.

“Not…cool,” I managed. I couldn’t survive another round. This game was secretly deadly. I could have passed out. I could have–

“I love you Ruby,” said Trisha, softly.

She might have been kidding, but I said, “Love you too, Trish. So much.”

She leaned forward, and kissed my jeans between my legs.

I leaned in, and softly kissed her secret place in return. I pulled away, and a sweet strand of syrup hung between our lips for a second before swinging back between her legs.

She was very wet, and tasted like those purple flowers kids suck on.

I was about to go for it. Dive in, lick her like a lollipop and taste her sweet, honey flavored–

“Just guess one more time, Rubes,” she said. “Then we can do whatever you want. But first…tell me exactly what you want.”

I only had to think for a second.

“I want to taste you. I want to lick you, fucking bury my face in there, and I want you to touch me. I don’t want you to let me breathe until I come.”

Trish made a surprised sound, like a moan she didn’t know she was going to make.

I was about to make my final guess.

“Four hundred and–“

“Close enough,” Trisha whispered, and relaxed her entire weight upon me.

I honed in on her pussy before things went dark. Trisha’s fingers approached my pants as I started to lick at her sweet lips.

I had no sense of navigation underneath her hundreds of pounds. I tongued at her sweet entrance until I felt her lips part.

I felt my pants loosen, become removed, and my underwear was peeled off. I panicked for a second, unsure if I had a tampon inside me until I remembered that was last week. I too had showered today. I too, was shaved. Like my parents, I too must have been psychic. It’s like I had planned this or something.

Trisha was grinding against my face. My nose was shoved up her pussy at one point, coating me in her nectar. I licked incessantly, blindly searching for her clit. I was a virgin, but I knew how a woman got off.

I felt her shift slightly, and her mouth met my snatch. I felt a wave of pleasure roll through me as her tongue lapped at my virgin clit.

At that moment, I found hers.

I was too ambitious before. Just as I started to swirl my tongue around her sweet little nub, my need for air reached its limit.

I instinctively adjusted my head to try to find some air. Trish was straddling more than sitting, but her swollen curves were still impeding my airways.

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