Mr. Trample Fantasy
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Seal Inside 3 by Sidsta
🕑 Added 2022-08-05 16:48:28 +0000 UTCVikki felt the small vibration from the pump at her side and watched the pipe fill with foam. It quickly disappeared into the couch as Vikki asked, “can you feel it yet?” not expecting a response. She patiently crouched by the pump waiting for her fingers to rise. It didn’t take long before Vikki felt a little push on her fingers and quickly prodded along the cushions to check dispersion. Upon feeling the jelly like material underneath the length of the seating space she turned the pump off and checked for leaks. “So far so good” she said examining the base. She was not sure whether mark could hear her any more in his new confines. Satisfied with no noticeable leaks, she then stood in front of the couch and waited. She watched as the drooping material of the cushions slowly inflated upwards and the sides of the couch bulged out as the foam expanded. The material of the cushions and the sides of the furniture reformed to its original shape as the expanding foam raced to fill gaps. The material strained under the increasing expansion as she waited10 minutes for the curing time. Vikki put all the tools back and disconnected the filling tube and urns. There was bit of excess that had already gone off and was protruding from the base. Vikki pulled this off looking at it, and then hid the urns before returning to examine the sofa.
“Should be done now”, she muttered looking down at the cushions prodding them. “Feels ok, but I wonder what it with some weight on it?” she said turning and sitting lightly on the middle of the couch. No difference so far she thought as she dropped further and further feeling for obscure lumps and bumps under her. Vikki sat there with all her weight smiling at her accomplishment. I can’t feel a thing she thought before giving a few hard bounces. She shifted up and down the sofa sitting hard on them. She bounced around the cushions and onto Marks faces forgetting he was there as the cushions reacted in the same way as the original design.
“That’s it,” she announced standing up. “Oh, you’re in for it now” she said looking down at where marks face as he lay beneath the seat material. The cushions looked perfectly normal, felt normal, but Mark now lay in the cushion space, at one with the soft yielding foam encasing him. She thought about how the cushions were crushed under the girls as they sat on him yesterday and wondered what he would experience in his new position. She wasn’t sure if Mark could hear her, but she decided to his face a quick push down anyway while giving him a little speech.
“I don’t know if you can hear me inside there Mark, but how does it feel? Remember your original idea of being a seat for those girls? Look how far we have come. I still can’t believe it worked so well” she said pressing up and down on his face cushion examining it for bumps. “They won’t know any difference Mark, if I can’t feel anything and I’m looking, then how are they going to. All they will see is a nice new couch to sit on.” With a final hard push she stood and looked down at him continuing
“Well it won’t be long now and you will be back where I wanted you. Out of sight and out of mind, permanently.” Vikki turned and walked towards the door as she finished up her narration and Mark was left to contemplate what was in store for him. Mark alone with his thoughts once again. Mark awoke to the sounds of girls around him. His eyes slowly adjusted as he realized where he was. His body lay immobile with his mind racing with thoughts of being discarded. The girls around him heaved his prison out into the sunlight as he caught
“Didn’t think she would get a replacement so soon”
“Not me”
“Why did she want this one now?”
“Perhaps it’s a like for like thing”
“Maybe”
“Lets just get it there is it?”
“My heads sore “Mark heard limited comments about what was going on, but felt relieved he would soon be in Vikki’s company again. She’s bound to let me out now he thought as he was bumped upwards onto the lorry, the girls completely ignoring him in his confines. He looked up at the struggling faces and breasts of Amy and a girl he didn’t recognize as they shoved him into place. Their beautiful legs and bums were displayed above him as they moved around him. With a little effort he was soon on the lorry, this time without the rain and a plastic cover. The engine started and the world above whizzed by once more. Mark recognized the trees lining the garage forecourt as they pulled to a stop. Great I’ll be out soon he thought as the lorry bounced as the girls climbed on. He looked up through his cushion gap to see the girls gathering to lift the couch off. There was a slide, Bump and a shove as he was quickly abandoned in the garage where it all started. Mark couldn’t wait to get out, to move again. To be seen as a person. He lay there looking up at the ceiling waiting for the minutes to pass. Where is she? He thought. It wasn’t long until mark heard a car pull up to the drive and he recognized the sound of Vikki’s hatchback. The garage door slid up to reveal Vikki carrying something as she entered. Mark watched her turn, and then shut the garage door. He tried to call out to her to plead for his release but to no avail. He hated his current state. He felt reduced to nothing. Mark looked up through the cushion gap as he heard
“Long time no see” as she bent down by him. She is finally letting me out he thought. His heart lifted and then he heard the word
“REPAIR” and a cold shiver ran through him. She can’t be serious he though, after what I have been through. He quickly found out that she was serious as she laid out her cruel plan. The top section was released and his vision widened. He looked up from his cocoon to her busy form as she revealed some pieces of timber with some saggy material around it. What the hell is going on? Mark thought, as his catatonic form gave in to her every whim. He was pushed and prodded lifted then dropped. She lowered her face to his in conversation to drive home the power she held over him. The foam around him loosened then tightened as adjustments were made to his confines. For what seemed an eternity, his mind raced with fury and anger and he didn’t pay attention to what was going on above him. He caught glimpses of a silver barrel and some framework approaching but was too concerned with not being freed. He gathered his senses long enough to hear her say, “If you want out then just say so.” Mark darted his eyes around in a feeble communication, as she matter of fact like, pushed the top over him concealing him inside and then fixed it into place. Marks view was different to before. He felt higher up in the couch. What had she done? In his dazed anger he tried to get a grip on the situation. There was no foam around him and the material above him drooped onto his foam cocoon and upper torso as he lay beneath the cloth. The cushions were was gone and Mark was a little confused as to what she was doing. He felt the material lift a little. Light then pierced the material as little holes were punched from above. The material dropped and his vision was now much clearer as he gazed up through little holes in the fabric.
Mark watched Vikki drag something towards him from his knee height position, and then she disappeared from view. He heard her mutter “Need to know when it’s full” as his vision was cut out by a finger and thumb pressing over his eyes. Full? What is she doing? Mark thought as he heard a low humming sound beneath him. “Can you feel it yet?” Asked Vikki as Mark felt a cold wet liquid seeping into his foam cocoon underneath him and started to rise around him. Mark felt a blind panic as a cold fluid climbed and bubbled up to the sides of his body. He could hear the low hiss of the bubbling liquid as it filled in around him. He wondered what was planned for him as he noticed the fluid filling up around his body. Vikki’s fingers blocked his vision as he was consumed in a soft gooey liquid and he started to wonder if he would suffocate in this predicament. Dampness seeped around his face and over his body as the liquid flowed until he was soaked in the thick cool substance. The fingers released and mark shut his eyes as the liquid filled in his eye space. Fear was keeping him alert at this point as he waited for what was next. His breathing has stopped for a while but had now returned. What the hell is this stuff thought Mark as he felt its temperature rise and then a slow increase in pressure from around. He felt himself being slowly pressed from all around and lifted up as the material around him solidified concealing all sound. Every inch of his body became more and more compacted as the liquid sensation around him turned into a vice like grip. His foam cocoon merged with the compressing liquid leaving him molded into position. He forced his eyes open to reveal Vikki standing directly above him looking down at him. The compression had stopped and he lay there in silence watching her mouth words that he failed to hear. His current position drove new fear into him as he realized what she had done. She had packed him inside the couch with a sort of foam and was intending to put him back into the girl’s house. His new position is what scared him the most. He laid barley beneath the surface of the seat material packed tightly from all directions. How the hell is she going to get me out of this? He thought. Will she let me out? Fear rose again as he watched Vikki in silence. She stood above him in tight jeans and t-shirt with her hair tied back in a ponytail. Her business type glasses on the edge of her nose as she concentrated. She was mouthing something as Mark watched as she turned and dropped onto his stomach. The feeling for Mark was much different to before. He could feel the contours of her thighs and ass more as she bounced lightly above him. His surrounding foam compressed and squashed letting him give way with the pressure. Her ass was practically touching his body and Mark wondered if she felt him beneath her. If she can then she will have to free me he thought as she bounced up to his face. His body was pinned and released over and over as she bounced up to his head. Mark looked at the underside of her left thigh as it crashed down onto him. His vision was so clear he assumed she could see him as her bulging upper leg smashed his face deep underneath her. He looked up her side as he folded underneath her with the rest of the foam. He could see the roundness of her thigh as it spread up to his eyes, but the rest of his features were hopelessly crushed under the pressing force. She was so close he could feel the warmth from her as she sat. His head was forced into a tilt as her weight caused a large depression in the cushions that rose out from under her, as the foam reacted to the compression. His chest, neck and mouth were crushed directly under her ass, but his eyes and forehead rose in the bulge around her thighs. The pressure was immense. Completely crushed as she continued to bounce further up his concealed form until covering his face completely. This is when Mark realized the enormity of what she had done and planned and started to panic. His face was quickly smashed into the foam around him as he watched in detail, the jean material above him drop. His vision was blacked out and all that could be heard was the straining, rasping material around him. His nose was completely flat, his eyes forced shut and his chest slowly rose up from under her squashing pressure as she shifted. The unforgiving force from above pushed painfully down onto him in a more specific fashion to before. Mark wondered if she felt him as he bounced upwards when she lifted. He watched the tight material around her ass crease up as she stood above him then she turned. The crazy bitch was leaning over him smiling. Shit! Mark thought. She’s going through with it. She can’t be serious. She pressed his face down slightly with her hands as she mouthed something to him and then turned and left him alone once more.
Vikki was walking into the kitchen when the phone rang, her mind awash with thoughts of revenge. She was also thinking up a plan on how to get Mark out of the sofa in a week or so. The effects of his condition became permanent after around two weeks and she didn’t want to run the risk. What she had just done had given her a sense of power and victory, and also an evil sort of pleasure. He had wondered what it would be like to be used as a seat. How ironic he was now trapped in that position and was probably scared shitless.
“Hello?” answered Vikki grabbing the handset
“Vikki? Its Shelley, can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“The sofa we’re having off you today can we have it in the common room instead?”
“Common room? Wh, Who, why?” Vikki swallowed nervously at this request then listed to the explanation.
“Yeah. It would be of more use in there. All the girls can use it then and not just us in the house. What do you think? We’ll front the repair costs if it gets damaged.”
“Well the thing is it’s only a temporary thing really.” Vikki blurted searching for an excuse. Shelly was talking about the common room in the college. Around 150 – 200 girls studied there and the common room is the gathering place at break times and study periods.
“Temporary? Go on we need the seating space. We already have one loaned from Sarah’s father and yours would be perfect for the study area. It would slot straight in.”
“Let me think about it. Come and pick it up and take it down the house and we’ll discuss it later.”
“Ok then, see you in 5, bye.”
“Bye “Vikki put the handset down thinking hard. She wasn’t going to let that happen. “Way too risky” she muttered to herself. If Mark were found out then she would be in real trouble. They would pin it on her straight away. She went into the garage to arrange Mark for his little trip. The girls arrived on cue and the sofa pick up, as before was carried out smoothly. Watching her ex boyfriend disappear on the back of the lorry with the girls in tow gave Vikki a sort of satisfaction she hadn’t anticipated. “There he goes again. I wonder if he thought I would let him out this time?” she muttered as a small smile spread over her face.
The unknowing girls bumped Mark once again onto the flatbed. He watched the fleeting glimpses of thighs and, knees and asses above him as he was secured in position. The world above flew by as they approached, what Mark thought was his final resting place. The scenery looked different to Mark this time but he thought it was down to his new position higher in the couch. The flatbed stopped at an unfamiliar place as Marks eyes darted about at the approaching girls. He could see their mouths moving but couldn’t hear any sound. He slowly recognized where he was as they carried him into a large gardened area. What the hell am I doing here? Thought mark as they approached the main entrance to the college. His heart hammered as they disappeared into the hallway. Mark watched loads of different girls in different dress sauntering around as he was shunted through corridors. His only audible pick up was from the clunk of the framework as they bumped him around corners. No, please not in here thought Mark as he realized he was being condemned to the rest of his days in a girls college however many that may be. They’ll kill me for sure he thought, terrified about suffocation under the unknowing students. His fantasy of being a seat horribly realized as the girls around him transported him hidden inside the sofa unknowingly. His view of the passing corridors stopped outside a doorway, the girls bustling around above him ignoring his inanimate pleas for release. To them he was an additional seat for their use and that was all. There was a little hesitation then a few more girls he didn’t recognize grabbed hold of his frame. He was quickly escorted into a large room with lots of bodies moving around above him. There was a little commotion as he was dropped. Numerous legs and bums above him busied themselves as some of the girls cleared a space. Hey, there’s a person in here, help, let me out urged Mark willing his still mouth to move as the girls slowly spun him around and started pushing him backwards against the wall. He looked up at the girls merely inches above him and also at the numerous girls watching on as he was positioned in amongst the rest of the seats. Mark was more scared now than he ever thought possible. There were at least 10 girls in the room paying an interest into his positioning as he bumped against the wall behind him. They stood there watching in their various states of dress, tight trousers, short skirts, shorts and tracksuits. From his viewpoint he could see the girls glancing at him without seeing the concealed body within, only seeing the couch and its intended purpose. A seat. As he came to rest he saw a small table being pushed up to his side. It was level with his body and head and around 10 inches from him. He looked up at a group of students, who started placing books and things onto it and glanced around to see he had been positioned in a corner area with 2 other sofas, all together forming corner seating and he was in the middle. High up inside the cushion space, the back of the couch rose to his side of him and he lay perfectly still waiting for the inevitable. He willed his body to move as some of the girls turned away and a few walked around the table towards him and darted his eyes at the uncaring forms above him. He recognized Sarah but not the other 2 girls as they approached and turned above him. He looked worryingly at the shorted ass of an unknown girl and the trouser legs of Sarah and another other girl as they positioned briefly above him. The speed at which they dropped took Mark by surprise. The short material of the girls above him stretched and tightened as she bent displaying an enveloping mass that was lowering over him. He had seen all this before knew that they would sit with no hesitation. The straining material accentuated the girl’s crotch and a small indent highlighted her ass cheeks and vagina and she bent quickly. All at once he was smashed deep into the couch as the girls weight pushed down onto him. The smooth thighs of the girls above parted as she sat and Mark looked up between her legs as she shifted backwards getting comfortable. His face was at the mercy of her every movement as she settled on him without giving a second thought. No, please, his mind begged as the other girls took their seat crushing him beneath them unknowingly. He was now wedged deep beneath them within the foam, gripping him from all angles. His only view was from between the smooth legs of the girl over his face, the underside of her face and breasts leaning over him as she grabbed at something on the table and the flesh of her legs bulged over his sight line briefly. Mark was painfully forced into a contorted position as they jiggled slightly above him and the legs of the girl above provided just enough sightline to see the rest of the room as he lay there pinned. Her crotch was to the side of his face and his head was slightly turned as the unmoving mass pressed relentlessly. The legs and ass on his face was virtually touching him yet, the girl had no idea. Mark worried about his breathing as she sat uncaring for the human cushion molded beneath her. How long can I live like this he thought with his eyes staring up between her legs to the underside of a file she was flicking through? He could just make out the other 2 girls pinning his torso and the rasping of the foam around him that was encasing him tightly. His mind was awash with thoughts of dying in this position and wondered how Vikki could let this happen to him.
Vikki went about her day to day routine as normal. Often she thought about her prisoner in their rented accommodation and how scared he must be feeling. Serves his right she thought getting ready to leave work for home. Now he will realize his dream fantasy has turned into a nightmare. She planned to get the couch back in her possession at the weekend since the serum became permanent at the 3 week mark. She didn’t want to run the risk of a permanently inanimate Mark to care for. She swished her access card at the exit gate and walked out to her car. She planned on paying Mark another visit tonight to see how things are going for him and to also make sure no-one was aware of his position. Might take a seat myself she thought pulling out of the car park.
“Aware but unknown” she muttered, grinning to herself as she pulled away. Out of the corner of eye she caught a rapid movement then a screech, and then all was quiet.
Rachel got a phone call on her mobile as she sat in the common room.
“Rachel? It’s Sarah. You’ve got to come to the hospital right away. Vikki’s been in an accident.
“Is she alright?” asked Rachel standing bolting upright.
“What’s the matter?” asked a chorus of girls as they gathered around curiously
“In a comma, doctors are waiting for results”
“I’ll be right there.”
“You’re not going on your own”
“I’m coming too” came a unison response.
Rachel and a few of the other girls hurriedly left for the hospital, as several other girls gathered at the study area to discuss events.
It wasn’t until 4 weeks later that news passed to the girl’s college of Vikki’s full recovery. There were heated discussions about Marks whereabouts during this, but it was rumored he ran off with a girl and details were sketchy. Rachel, Sarah and the rest of the girls paid regular visits to Vikki, and were more than a little concerned at her fascination with the replacement couch. Time and time again they told her not to worry and that it’s only furniture but she kept on and on. They eventually gave in and put it back in her house to the other student’s dismay. Life went on as normal during her recovery, student parties, girly nights in until, one night; Vikki signed herself out of hospital and rushed home. Mark laid under the crushing weight of yet more students. A flared skirt, opened over his face around 20 minutes ago and descended, blotted all light and a pair of knickers smashed his face and chest deep into his confines. His position was all too familiar. Girl after girl approached, gave a quick glance as they sometimes do before they sit on something then wham. Sometimes sitting slowly and sometimes dropping heavily. Some would sit completely over him blocking all light and others would perch on the edge. The preachers as he now named them were the worst. He would start off looking up their backs with his face twisted into the recess caused by their weight. They would slip back and forth as they talked, dragging the cushion and his face into uncomfortable positions. They would nearly always skip backwards onto him at the most uncomfortable time covering and sealing him underneath them without a second thought.
Mark lost all concept of time and his sense of consciousness started to fade as he was used over and over without regard. Same time everyday was the relentless crushing and squashing then the absolute silence of ignorance. His thoughts wandered into a separate life. One he led before. His conscious thoughts made less sense and dreams turned into reality and reality turned into dream. He could feel his mind fading and he gave in to the eventual sleep far too often. He remembered some sort of movement and a world outside but was it a dream, he couldn’t tell. He was only conscious for an hour or two at a time and it was all too confusing.
Vikki awoke and was utterly confused. The accident was explained and her recovery laid out to her. Shit she thought
“How long Have I?”
“27 days but your fine now”
“Where’s that sofa I lent you” she asked Rachel straining to focus
Shelley frowned and said “Oh, it’s her, in the house”.
“Can I have it back now?”
The girls looked at each other confused and Shelley said “its only furniture, you concentrate on getting better “
“But what if”
“No buts, we’ll take care of it”
Over the next 2 days Vikki thought constantly of what she had done. Maybe there’s still time she thought but she already knew the answer. I’ve got to get him out.
She signed out late at night against the advice of doctors and caught a taxi home. She didn’t feel too bad physically but was a little sleepy; still she rushed into her garage to the familiar sight of the couch she made for him. It lay there as silent as a regular couch. She looked at it nervously. It was undamaged and been well looked after but she knew what was concealed inside and she immediately commenced work. Taking little breaks between working she removed the seat covers to reveal a tightly packed foam block with a nose and eyes peaking from its surface. Looking closely her fears was realized. He wasn’t dead but permanently catatonic. His glazed eyes gave it away, she had seen it before. She rummaged through her medical supplies from work and freed an arm from the foam. The injection she was about to administer would permanently revive him consciously but not his motor movements. She jabbed his arm and pumped in the liquid. His eyes blinked into life and his gaze darted around. She knelt next to him and uttered “Now what do I do?”
Mark’s sleep was interrupted by a massive adrenaline rush. His mind was instantly alert to the fact Vikki was next to him. What the hell thought, and then it came to him. She put me in here, I remember now. Why can’t I move, let me out. She stood up and left the room leaving Mark with his new found alertness but still without movement. His fear had returned. With a business-like manner it was decided. She was going to get rid of his body. There was no other choice. She couldn’t kill him, no way, not an option. Using the couch experience gave her an idea. Out of sight and out of mind. Just hide him she thought. Somewhere you can check on him. It was all she could do. She sat at the kitchen table thinking of a solution. It wasn’t until a few days later Vikki caught wind of building maintenance being carried out at the college dorm. This would normally be of no interest but something stirred an idea. The common room that Shelley wanted the sofa for is having new seating fitted by the practical studies students. She heard a couple of girls at work talking about the foam blocks on order for the seats and this is where she listened in. Her company worked closely with the college and supplying various materials and equipment was quite common. Mark in the meantime lay in the remains of the sofa Vikki’s garage. She tried not to think of him too much because the guilt would rise and distract her from what needed to be done. She hadn’t acknowledged him for 2 days now and thought it was best not too. She subconsciously knew there was s chance of this but never thought it would come to it. When the foam seating blocks arrived at her work, she quickly ran to the delivery goods store and examined them for shape and size. They seemed too good to be true. 5ft lengths of 3ft square block foam. Underside of the foam was an 8 inch rigid plastic block giving it strength and no doubt extra weight. In the warehouse Vikki approached one of the blocks during her lunch break for a closer examination. She had no doubt about her plan once having a close look. The foam could be pulled off its plastic base; she could then insert Mark into a cut out in the foam then sealed him up. They were heavy enough on their own not to raise any suspicion of Mark being inside. That way she thought, at least I can pay little visits to the girls in the common room and check on him when left alone. He’ll probably enjoy it knowing him, best way for him to go, living out his fantasy she thought trying to justify her plan.
Vikki busied herself in work with the foam block modification working out of hours. It was completed in one night and all that was left was for the insertion of Mark. She had seen the seating area in the common room. The girls had built low wooden trays ready to accept the foam blocks. Vikki also found out the method of securing the foam into the framework. Sarah, one of the practical studies girls explained. The sides of the tray were squeezed together to cause the foam to bulge out the top of the trays. Extra foam cut-outs were than physically forced into the sides to mould the seating foam into its final position. It was then all sealed off with a layer of thin rubber which was pulled tight and pinned around the frame. I won’t be here for that thought Vikki. Don’t know if I can watch him permanently entombed. Be ok once it’s all done, out of sight… She dragged Mark out of the boot of her car and into the warehouse checking no-one seen. She ignored him completely as she bundled his body onto the plastic base. He simply wasn’t there, she kept telling herself as she glued the foam back into position. She still had to check for any tell tale signs though. She quickly sat on the block and watched how the sides bulged out under her weight. Although he was very close to the surface she couldn’t feel him under her as she bounced up and down the foam. She stood and heaved it back with the other blocks ready for pick up in a few hours. The girls were working nights to finish before classes tomorrow. She would pay a visit tomorrow evening if she could once all was done. Giving a quick glance back to the foam blocks sitting there in utter silence a wave of relief washed over her. All done she thought, no more worrying. If he is discovered, then it would look like suicide and if not, it’s not only me involved now. She turned the store lights off and headed home.
Mark lay in the remains of the sofa completely ignored. The sagging material above him his only company as his mind raced with thoughts of dying and total neglect. Time held no meaning and days slipped by and still he remained. Vikki bumped passes him a few times collecting cleaning things continuing her day to day routine. It wasn’t until one night; his sleep was disturbed by a large creaking sound. He was jerked from his slumber and dragged free from the sofa. At last he thought she is going to free me. He was being pulled across the garage door by his arm and he could see her track suited ass wiggling above him as she quite easily pulled his withered frame. He caught sight of the boot lid of her car and fell limply against her warm body as she stood him upright. What the hell is she doing he thought as he was shoved roughly into the confined space. Lastly his legs were forced inside the small space then slam, total darkness. Mark was now terrified. She is getting rid of me he thought as they headed towards Vikki’s work.
Sarah waited in the flat bed as the other girls loaded the blocks. It was all they needed to finish the job. The base trays were finished, the rubber covers cut and foam wedges ready. It didn’t take long to get the four foam blocks back to the common room but it took a bit of lifting to get the blocks in place. Once they were in the room, one by one they started sealing the blocks into trays. The girls stood back and admired their work. “Not before time I may add” announced Amy as she flipped onto one of the seats.
The other girls took seats as they discussed the work carried out then left to get changed and showered. Shelly stood by the door looking at the new look common room. The other girls won’t recognize the place tomorrow she thought turning the light out and closing the door behind her.
Mark was dragged out of the boot as unceremoniously as he had been shoved in. His limp body dragged across the floor as Vikki pulled him without giving him a second glance. Vicki! Mark willed as he came to a stop next to a plastic box. Vicki doesn’t do this, just look at me will you? His please fell on deaf years as she pulled him, very businesslike, up onto the plastic block. He lay there looking up at the dark warehouse above him with Vikki to her back to him struggling with something. In a swift movement a large foam surface appeared above him and Vikki gave him a passive look as she positioned it over his body. Christ, not again please thought Mark as the foam dropped all around him. It pressed him from all angles as it was pushed harder and harder onto him. He could feel Vikki’s hands on the foam above him as she was forcing it onto him. What the hell is she doing? What is this? Thought Mark as the pressure lifted a little. In an all too familiar movement he was then smashed from above by a pressing weight. It was like before but this time his vision was a bit obscured. He could just about make out her face as she sat on him bouncing up and down obviously checking for him beneath her. Mark realized in horror that she was concealing him into something to be used. Oh god, come on let me out pleaded Mark, suddenly realizing she was going through with this and leaving him in this store room probably to be picked up. The whole affair took no longer than 15 minutes and Mark now found himself trapped once again but with no knowledge of what was coming. Vikki was gone in a hurry without a second look and Mark was left in darkness with the hugging foam holding him tight. For what seemed like ages, Mark lay there as inanimate as the other blocks of foam and just as discrete. There was a large rattling of a roller door opening and an engine revving that got closer and closer. He heard the faint chatter of girls as the engine died and he recognized the voices. It was Sarah and the girls, what are they doing here. His blood ran cold when he realized the coincidence. I bet they are he wondered, I bet they are picking me up. Shit he thought as he strained to make out the moving forms around him.
“Look kinda heavy doesn’t they”?
“We’ll manage, come on”
You 2 takes that one and me and Amy will have this one.”
“Ok, alright”
“We’ll pick the others up once these are on.”
“Think they will fit?”
We’ll make me fit”
The conversation was about his foam prison and the others like it. He was suddenly lifted into the air as the conversation continued. Hey! Mark urged, hey it’s me, let me out. Christ what’s going on? He wondered. He lay stone still and just as quiet as he was loaded unknowingly onto the flatbed. He could feel the foam around him give a little as they shoved him around and then the chatter stopped. The engine fired and he was on his way.
There was the same sort of commotion as he was unloaded. In the darkness he couldn’t make out where he was when he heard something that chilled him to the bone.
“Once these are blocks are in the seats are we done?”
“Yep, just need to cover em”
“Are they available for tomorrow’s revision class there are shit loads of girls cramming?”
“Should be”
“Don’t see why not”
“Cool”
Mark realized he was at the college again. The memories of the last experience came flooding back and his mind froze. He was repeatedly crushed and smothered unknowingly and sometimes for hours at a time. No way of communicating and no release. He darted his eyes about as he was bumped into a light filled room. He recognized the layout alright and realized with horror he was in the common room. The girls around him dressed in their old jeans and ripped t-shirts began lifting one of the blocks and dropping it into a kind of base. Mark figured out quickly what was in store for him. These were new seats being made for the common room and he was in the seating foam. Oh no he thought as he watched another being lifted into position. The girls laughed and joked amongst themselves as they awkwardly bundled the foam blocks into position. Mark watched their thighs and asses bend and bulge as they moved around above him. Their pretty faces glancing at him now and again but not seeing him. It was soul destroying for Mark watching them go about their business not knowing or caring about his predicament.
“Put these 2 in then cover them all together is it?”
“Grab hold then”
Mark was approached by 3 girls. He could see ok through the thin foam and made out Sarah, Shelly and an unknown girl bending to grab hold of his block. He scraped along the floor to the side of a wooden box then was up ended and balanced on the edge.
“As we are then, ready?”
“In it goes”
“Give it a shove it’s stuck”
Mark shifted a little then dropped into a frame. The girls above him all looking at his concealed form and pressing on his body with their hands to force him into the framework. No, no don’t do it. It’s me Mark pleaded and his mind grew frantic with worry. Oh god what’s going on, let me out he silently pleaded as the girls turned and grabbed various other implements. Mark’s hearing was slightly impaired now as the foam around him held him a little tighter due to the frame. He could only watch in fear as Shelly approached and started turning something. She held up a tape measure to the edge of the wood and marks foam prison and started turning. Mark was suddenly pressed in from both sides and his body was getting crushed out of the framework in a bulge.
Stop please Mark pleaded as she continued turning compressing him into a vice like bulge of foam and forcing him to the surface of the material. Shelly looked at the tape measure as she continued turning unaware that she was forcing Mark into the seating cushion. Mark thought he would be crushed to death in this maddening prison when suddenly she stopped turning and turned away. He now laid completely compressed and around 8 inches out of the frame. His body molded into the foam as it crushed him in its grip as Shelly returned with more items. She called one of the other girls over before handed out large pieces of rubber band. Shelly leaned right over Marks face and attached one end of the band to the frame and secured it with a tack. The other girl did the same over his lower half.
“Ready?” they said both pulling their bands tight over his body. Mark felt his chest being pushed down and also his knees.
“Quick tack em down Sarah” was the request, as Sarah approached and secured the other ends. Mark now found his body rising up in three sections, his head, mid-riff and feet. His eyes were forced half shut and nose squashed and his body hugged every millimeter of the foam. The sheer compression of the foam and rubber bands had him completely molded within the seat and the girls carried on cocooning him oblivious to what was really going on. They attached wedges, and more rubber bands forcing him into a seating position without a care in the world for their hidden victim. Mark resided to the fact this was well thought out and planned. They had no idea he wondered; they thought they were making seats. Vikki had done this to him on purpose; but why? What had he done that been so badly? Will I ever get out? Please someone let me out, all the while Mark was prodded and poked and eventually molded into the seat the girls were soon to cover. He looked up defeated as the blue rubber sheet was placed over him. Just when he thought the pressure couldn’t get worse the whole foam, and him with it, was squashed downwards into the seat. There were light taps from a hammer then all was still. He lay there adjusting his eyes to the blue tint from the cover and looked up at the girls around him as they stared back. His vision was surprisingly good now his face was smashed into the underside of the cover. He could see the other seats around the edge of the room and knew now what he had become. They were very well built and looked quite nice. Before he had chance to contemplate his new position, 2 asses twirled quickly above him crushed into the framework he was now part of. Laying there in blackness and warmth of the girls sitting above him he realized the irony of the situation. He had become what he fantasized about but would never contemplate in reality, an unknowing seat for women.
