Samantha's living room was filled with the all-too-familiar sound of Bobby's video game blasting through the house. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as she heard it, knowing that the nerdy eighteen-year-old had made himself at home in her living room once again.
Samantha was a strong-willed woman in her late 30s, but she had agreed to let Bobby use her as a seat while he played. She hated being sat on, but she was utterly devoted to Bobby, and she'd do anything for him. Even if it meant being his human chair.
Bobby entered the room, a slice of pizza in one hand and a game controller in the other. He plopped himself down on Samantha's face without a second thought, his gassy emissions filling her nostrils.
"Ugh, Bobby, can you at least wait until you've finished your pizza?" Samantha complained, trying to speak through the cushion of his butt.
Bobby just laughed, not lifting an inch. "Nah, this is way more comfortable. And you said you didn't mind."
Samantha groaned, knowing she couldn't argue with that. She resigned herself to her fate, feeling the warmth of his body through her clothes.
As the hours passed, Samantha became increasingly aware of the humiliation she was feeling. She was a strong, independent woman, but here she was, reduced to a mere seat for a teenager. She tried to shift her position, but Bobby's weight kept her firmly in place.
"Hey, Samantha, can you stop moving? I'm trying to focus here."
Samantha gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the discomfort. "Of course, Bobby. I wouldn't want to disturb your game."
Bobby continued to play, oblivious to Samantha's struggles. She couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and annoyance at his lack of consideration.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Bobby paused his game. "Alright, Samantha, I'm done. You can get up now."
Samantha sighed in relief, stretching her aching muscles. "Finally. I was starting to feel like a permanent part of the furniture."
Bobby just laughed, standing up to leave. "Nah, you're way too pretty to be furniture. You're more like a work of art."
Samantha rolled her eyes, playfully insulted. "Oh, please. I'm not some delicate vase that needs to be put on a pedestal."
Bobby grinned, walking towards the door. "No, you're not. You're a strong, controlling woman who can handle anything I throw at her. Even being my seat."
Samantha couldn't help but smile at his words. Despite the humiliation, she knew that she'd do it all over again for Bobby. He may be a nerdy teenager, but he's also her best friend's son, and she can't help but love him.
"See you later, Samantha," Bobby said, waving goodbye.
"Bye, Bobby," Samantha replied, watching him leave. She couldn't wait for him to come back and do it all over again.
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