Back in school there was this one girl in my class that a very weird obsession with me.
This girl would take any chance to sit on my face, no matter what. If I did so much as lie down during a break I could be sure I would end up pinned beneath her big butt until it ended,

no matter how save I felt, she somehow always knew. Only by the time I graduated did I find out that she had basically half the school report on my every move so she would always find her favorite seat. I was not even save during classes as I would end up with a butt on my face if I did as much as fall during P.E. When we had karate for a while in P.E she would only know one way of fighting me: Get me on the ground and sit on my face to make me submit.

She is genetically gifted with not just a big butt, but also a tall body with a wide back,

so as even the fittest guys in my class struggled in their matches against her, I had no way of avoiding getting sat on. As she took quite the liking to it she ended up picking up karate as a hobby and as she grew stronger she would be more and more aggressive about turning my face into her seat, provoking fights that always had the same ending way and on our graduation trip I found myself not just with my face under her ass, but with the rest of my body used as extra cushioning for her friends furthest back seats during both eight hour bus drives. I was completely hidden beneath them and the blanket they shared and unlike her friends she would not even get off me during bus-stops as she preferred to fart on me and struggle rather than getting up and using the bathroom. The stops added around three more hours to the whole journey. At least she always had the decency to not wear hard pants,

in fact I never really saw her in anything but a skirt, which also led to me getting quite familiar with her underwear-wardrobe.
The biggest thing she had ever pulled though was when she dated the writer for our graduation play. She got herself the role of the princess and me the role of the foreign prisoner the princess falls in love with. Then she got him to rewrite the scene in which she would hide the prisoner while having a long, thought provoking debate with the king.
A long scene which had these two sit at a table for almost an hours talking back and forth while certain aspects of their discussion would be visualized by other actors in the background. What she had him chance was simple. Instead of the prisoner hiding in the wardrobe and eventually falling out of it, the princess hides him under her dress and sits on him throughout the entire thing until he eventually collapses under her weight.
The rehearsals for this scene had me be her literal chair for two to five hours a day and because of her size my face was the only option for the seat. The long dress the princess wore was also reason enough for her to not wear panties, so she got to sit on my face with her bare ass! Of course carrying her this long would have been impossible, so we both were wearing some metal contraption that were fixing us in position and she had the controller on her leg so she had full control over me sitting down and lifting my arms, becoming ready to be her chair. As it was impossible for me to get out of that thing on my own and without the remote she would be the one getting me out of the thing after every rehearsal, which made us always be the last ones in the building and of course she would not get me out of it right away. Instead she would make me get into position in the changing room and casually sit on me for up to two more hours. During the rehearsal she had to let her gas out quietly, but with just the two of us there she would lean her back against the wall, sigh and start pushing out some real farts. The only reason the play was not the most embarrassing thing for me was that at least no one could see her actually sit on me and most viewers did not even believe that she really did. Besides the heavy buttslam at the end of the scene when she deactivates the contraption and I give in to her weight and then lying spread out on the ground right under her, some folk really believed for an actual chair to be involved.

Of course the whole thing of my face being her cushion throughout many schoolyears had motivated some copycats, but everyone daring to even attempt to sit on me got scared off by the big girl. She was quite pressing on the matter than I was HER seat alone.
Those fools who sat on me anyway had to deal with ending up under her feet and those who just had their faces buried under her sweaty soles had been lucky.
Some of them ended up receiving a very heavy trampling session inside the women’s bathroom when they pissed her off. One guy went as far as trying to record while his friend held me down for him to sit on me. They got caught and while his friends would make an escape and later apologize with each kissing her soles one hundred times, the guy who initiated the entire thing got dragged of after school into the gym’s changing room where a dance video got recorded for which he was the dancefloor not just for her, but also her friends. The same three friends that would later that year use me as a seat together with her were dancing together and this guy’s tied up and gagged body.
After half an hour of non-stop dancing she squatted down on the guy’s head while the camera zoomed in on her and with a very scary look she said: “Let this be a lesson for anyone thinking about using MY PROPERTY!”
The video got shared in the study group of our year.
On the one hand it really scared me that an aggressive young woman liker her considered me her property, but on the other hand it made me feel protected. People had already avoided making fun of my position because of how scared they were of her to begin with, but after that video and after seeing the shoe prints on the guy’s body the next day at school no one dared to even think about interacting with me in any bad manner.

After all of this, one question remains: Why did I never try to get help?
First, our school was crap. Most people in it were already some social outcast in one way or another and the teachers were as motivated to deal with out shit as one would expect.
And the other reason was that I never hated it. Sure, it was a bit humiliating, but having my face buried under some girl’s and later young woman’s big, soft cheeks was miles better than what other people had to endure at this school. I could not get locked in a locker or trapped between the gym-mats while being under her ass. And the more time I spend beneath her, the more I eventually grew to enjoy the feeling, though I doubt she ever noticed that part. Even though I was absolutely helpless, the rehearsals for the play and the school trip were my favorite times at the school.

The very potent smell of her gas became my favorite scent in the world.

That brings us to the first time I would see her again after graduation.
She would suddenly appear at the front door of my family’s rundown apartment one day.
Most people at that school had come from poor or somewhat poor families, but unlike me who could not even afford to try visiting a college she had risen up to the countries number on reprehensive in not just karate but most martial arts and from that popularity even starred in some movies, similar to how Chuck Norris’s movie-career began.
Like usual my head was on her chest level so I had to look up to her, but as she wore a short shirt I was unable to avoid noticing slight six-pack she had.
“Ah perfect, just the cushion I wanted to talk to.”, she greeted me.
For a moment I was in a state of disbelieve. I could not believe that she would just show up after almost five years to sit on my face, but I was very wrong.
She came straight to the point. “I want to offer you a job.”, she said.
I chuckled and jokingly replied: “As your cushion?”
To which she, with a straight face, replied: “Full time cushion. How do forty bucks an hours sound?”
I was wondering if I was dreaming for a moment. I could not believe what I had just heard.
Not just the job itself, but the payment sounded ridiculous.
As I was not answering she took the initiative.
“If you are uncertain about this, maybe I could get your family to help convince you.”,

she announced and pushed me onto the room as she came in.
My family was in the living room and obviously recognized her immediately as she walked in with me, my arm tight in her grab.
She greeted them nicely and told them that she had something important to talk about with them.
“Please, sit down then.”, my father replied, “I hope our old couch is not too uncomfortable.”
“Oh, I’ll make do~”, she said and I already knew what was coming.
She threw me onto the couch and jumped after me right away.
I got to see a black pair of panties I did not recognize before everything went black.
She wiggled her ass around a bit and sighed: “I’ve missed this.”
My parents were not surprised, they knew very well what happened during my schooldays and while my parents told me to just endure it as they knew what worse thing someone weak like me could happen in school, my older brother always straight up ranted how jealous he was of me.
“You see, I wanted to offer my good old cushion a job to permanently return to those duties.”, she gave me a little bounce before adding, “I was thinking about forty bucks an hour.”, a fart escaped her while she said the price.
For the next hour I had to listen to all three of them talking about how I really should take that job, but I had made up my mind the moment she had landed on me.
When her butt crashed onto my face I felt weirdly at home, like something that had been missing from my life finally returning. Even without the enthusiastic words from my parents

I would not have declined this job.
She guided my hand as I signed the contract, not wanting to get of my face for that and when we finally left after an half an hour celebration of her and my parents a black car was waiting for us. Upon approaching it I could see that a driver was inside and that it lacked a passenger seat next to the driver.
She opened the door for me and I realized why that seat was missing.
It was so I could lie down and lay my head on her seat without any issues.
I took my position without any order, what brought a big smile to my face.

“You never accepted your position that willingly back then, though I guess this IS your job now, hehe.”
“T-take you seat, boss…”, I muttered a bit embarrassed, questioning why I even felt the need to say anything immediately.
“Some lip service, huh? Unexpected, but I like it.”, she replied and finally took her seat on my face, though she did stop for a moment to pull down her panties.
“There is no need for you to suck it up to me though.”, she then said, “There is no cushion other than you for me. I have sat on many faces in the past years, but none felt even close to as good as yours! I think all those years I have been using you have made your face and my butt grow perfectly for each other!”, she wiggled her ass around a bit, “Man, I have really missed this! Nothing better to sit on than MY cushion!”, she then talked to the driver,

“Bring us home, I need to throw out all of my chairs!”, she then slowly, in a very sensual way, ground her butt around on me, “You remember those metal things from the play? Turned out that guy who wrote it still had them and he was happy with giving them to me.
Yeah, you are going to be my chair again! You will be caring well for you family with how much you are going to be under my ass!”I was more than excited for those long working hours.

As the car drove off, she casually let out a nasty wet fart.
“Oh, if you think my farts back then were bad, oh boy, are you in for something!”, she laughed loud and ground her butt around some more as she looked forward to sit on nothing else but my face from now on.