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Zendaya Coleman waited on the sidewalk checking her phone. From far away, it would look like she was simply squatting on the street, but if one got closer a tiny man could be seen right under her, almost looking like if he was holding the, to him, massive giantess hovering over his insignificant form. But you were not one a normal tiny; no, you were a shrunken man with incredible physical strength, the result of genetic engineering to make a slave capable of lifting objects five times his size. Sold by AmericanTinies, they proudly advertised you as the perfect butler, with enough strength to do house duties like cleaning, fetching stuff, etc. Zendaya however, like most women that bought men like you, had other ideas. Waiting for her friend to pick her up, had deposited you on the ground, threatening to kill you if you dared to even think of escaping. Knowing that she’s been in the store twelve times this month before buying you, you didn’t dare to move a muscle as she lowered her giant ass over you, stopping as her right cheek grazed your head. “Let’s see if you are so strong as they say. Hold me” she ordered. You stood there, incredulous, wondering if she was really expecting you to hold her entire weight. It only took a few seconds for Zendaya to get irritated “Did I fucking stutter?” she boomed. You instantly laid your hands on her ass, as her cheek slowly set itself into them, your hands actually starting to sink into her butt up to your wrists. “Good” she approved, switching her attention back to her phone. For a moment, you thought this wasn’t so bad, you could actually do it…

“Ok, let’s put some weight now” she commented, squatting even more. Your illusion was quickly shattered as her butt slowly came down. You pushed with all your might but her giant ass was simply too much to take, gradually taking over the space you occupied. Down on your knee, you begged her to stop, you screamed that she was too much for you, but her answer was blunt “I paid a good money for you, so you’ll serve me as I say. Hold me, or be my cushion, I don’t care” she said without taking her eyes off her phone. You were so focused you didn’t hear a small rumble above you. You made a last ditch effort, putting every ounce of strength you had in, not lifting, but merely trying to slow her down, pressing your whole upper body into her asscheek…

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…just to fail miserably. The moment poisonous wind got to you, it replaced the precious oxygen your muscles were consuming, and what little fight you had in you vanished “Ups, guess lunch didn’t sit well wi…WOW” she yelped as she fell flat on her ass, crushing you into the hard concrete floor. “You BITCH” she yelled, lifting her ass and looking back at you plastered form “How DARE you drop ME!?” she was fuming, you could easily tell. You tried to explain that her fart weakened you, but it only made your situation worse “So you are telling me is my fault?! You fucking piece of SHIT” you tried to calm her but she was raging “If you weren’t so fucking expensive I would eat you right now. But I guess I’ll have to teach you some manners instead” she ended, and before you could say anything, she dropped her colossal ass on top of you again. Flattened again, you could feel her talking by the vibrations of her ass, and you could hear some of her muffled curses. Releasing another fart, she angrily rubbed her ass back and forth on you while going back to chat with her friend. She was stuck in a traffic jam, so she had plenty of time discipline you, and she intended to seize every second.

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Zendaya Coleman waited on the sidewalk checking her phone. From far away, it would look like she was simply squatting on the street, but if one got closer a tiny man could be seen right under her, almost looking like if he was holding the, to him, massive giantess hovering over his insignificant form. But you were not one a normal tiny; no, you were a shrunken man with incredible physical strength, the result of genetic engineering to make a slave capable of lifting objects five times his size. Sold by AmericanTinies, they proudly advertised you as the perfect butler, with enough strength to do house duties like cleaning, fetching stuff, etc. Zendaya however, like most women that bought men like you, had other ideas. Waiting for her friend to pick her up, had deposited you on the ground, threatening to kill you if you dared to even think of escaping. Knowing that she’s been in the store twelve times this month before buying you, you didn’t dare to move a muscle as she lowered her giant ass over you, stopping as her right cheek grazed your head. “Let’s see if you are so strong as they say. Hold me” she ordered. You stood there, incredulous, wondering if she was really expecting you to hold her entire weight. It only took a few seconds for Zendaya to get irritated “Did I fucking stutter?” she boomed. You instantly laid your hands on her ass, as her cheek slowly set itself into them, your hands actually starting to sink into her butt up to your wrists. “Good” she approved, switching her attention back to her phone. For a moment, you thought this wasn’t so bad, you could actually do it…

“Ok, let’s put some weight now” she commented, squatting even more. Your illusion was quickly shattered as her butt slowly came down. You pushed with all your might but her giant ass was simply too much to take, gradually taking over the space you occupied. Down on your knee, you begged her to stop, you screamed that she was too much for you, but her answer was blunt “I paid a good money for you, so you’ll serve me as I say. Hold me, or be my cushion, I don’t care” she said without taking her eyes off her phone. You were so focused you didn’t hear a small rumble above you. You made a last ditch effort, putting every ounce of strength you had in, not lifting, but merely trying to slow her down, pressing your whole upper body into her asscheek…

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…just to fail miserably. The moment poisonous wind got to you, it replaced the precious oxygen your muscles were consuming, and what little fight you had in you vanished “Ups, guess lunch didn’t sit well wi…WOW” she yelped as she fell flat on her ass, crushing you into the hard concrete floor. “You BITCH” she yelled, lifting her ass and looking back at you plastered form “How DARE you drop ME!?” she was fuming, you could easily tell. You tried to explain that her fart weakened you, but it only made your situation worse “So you are telling me is my fault?! You fucking piece of SHIT” you tried to calm her but she was raging “If you weren’t so fucking expensive I would eat you right now. But I guess I’ll have to teach you some manners instead” she ended, and before you could say anything, she dropped her colossal ass on top of you again. Flattened again, you could feel her talking by the vibrations of her ass, and you could hear some of her muffled curses. Releasing another fart, she angrily rubbed her ass back and forth on you while going back to chat with her friend. She was stuck in a traffic jam, so she had plenty of time discipline you, and she intended to seize every second.