Crushed by the Giantess: A Day Under Lucy's Ass

I stood on the plush cushion of Lucy Valentine's chair, my five-centimeter tall frame dwarfed by the towering leather throne. I was determined to get Lucy's attention, no matter what it took. I had been trying to catch her eye for the past hour, but she was completely absorbed in her work, her eyes glued to the computer screen in front of her.

Just as I was about to give up and slink back to my hiding spot, the door to Lucy's office swung open and she entered the room, her long legs carrying her gracefully across the floor. She was completely oblivious to my presence, her mind still focused on the task at hand.

Without a second thought, Lucy sat down on the chair, crushing me beneath her weight. I let out a surprised yelp, the sound muffled by the cushion beneath me. Lucy's eyes widened in surprise as she looked down and saw me, her lips curling into a smirk.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "A little stowaway, perhaps?"

I tried to wriggle free from under her, but it was no use. Lucy was too heavy, and I was too small. I was trapped beneath her ass, my fate at the mercy of the woman who had just crushed me.

Lucy seemed to find my predicament hilarious, and she started to fart, filling the room with a noxious gas. I tried to hold my breath, but it was impossible. I was suffocating, my lungs burning for air.

But Lucy didn't seem to notice or care. She continued to work, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she typed away. She even started to play with her butt, shaking it back and forth in a rhythmic motion. I could feel the vibrations under me, and it was both uncomfortable and a little arousing.

I started to feel a strange sense of submission, being so small and helpless under Lucy's giant ass. I was at her mercy, completely under her control. And she knew it.

"Looks like I have my very own personal footrest," Lucy said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or should I say, butt-slave?"

I tried to protest, to tell her that I was not her slave, but it was no use. Lucy was too big and too powerful. She continued to tease me, calling me her "tiny ass-slave" and "butt-bunny."

I was trapped, both literally and figuratively. I was crushed and confined, my fate in the hands of the woman who had just captured me.

But as the day wore on, I started to feel a strange sense of comfort under Lucy's ass. I was still trapped and helpless, but I couldn't deny the warmth and security I felt. Lucy noticed my change in attitude and started to tease me even more, calling me her "butt-bunny" and "tiny ass-slave."

I tried to resist, to fight against her teasing and her control, but it was no use. I was completely under Lucy's spell. And as the day came to an end, I was both relieved and disappointed that our time together had come to an end.

But I knew that this was just the beginning of our story. I was Lucy's captive, her plaything, her slave. And I couldn't wait to see what she had in store for me next.