Chapter 2: Building Tension
Aisha had grown simply gigantic, weighing over a ton, as Joseph's anorexia has become acute with him shrinking to less than 5 feet tall and weighing less 60 lbs. When they laid together in bed, Joseph was only able to hug Aisha's lower butt cheek and Aisha would routinely smother him in sleep, sometimes to the point of near death or passing out.
Joseph had to sleep under her fupa, which is a severe form of suffocation and humiliation, but it only aroused Aisha more.
One night as they slept, Joseph woke up to a feeling of intense pressure on his chest. He gasped for air, his eyes widening as he found himself pinned to the bed, Aisha's massive body lying on top of him. He could feel the weight of her, the sheer magnitude of her size, as she crushed him into the mattress.
"Aisha," he wheezed, his voice barely audible. "You're...
you're crushing me," Joseph managed to gasp out, his chest burning with each labored breath. Aisha's massive body was like a mountain, her weight crushing the very life out of him.
Aisha, however, seemed entirely unconcerned. She let out a low, rumbling snore, her breath hot and heavy against Joseph's face. He could feel the sweat dripping from her body, the stench of her armpits and the moisture from her crotch soaking into the bedsheets.
Joseph squirmed, trying desperately to free himself from beneath her immense weight, but it was no use.
He was pinned, helpless, like a insect under a boot. Panic surged through him as he realized he couldn't breathe, his lungs burning with the need for air.
"Aisha!" he cried out, his voice a desperate, choked sound. "Aisha, please... I can't... I can't breathe!"
Aisha didn't stir. She merely let out another deep, rumbling snore, her body shifting slightly, which only served to make Joseph's predicament worse. He could feel her massive thighs squishing him, her stomach pressing down on his chest, her buttocks grinding against his hips.
He was being slowly crushed, suffocated under the weight of her monstrous body. Panic surged through him, and he clawed at her flesh, trying to push her off, but it was like trying to move a mountain. he screamed, his voice a desperate, gurgling sound. "Please, you're killing me!"
Suddenly, Aisha stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked down at Joseph, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, good," she purred.