Reality Check

I have been into the facesitting fetish for quite some time now. My wife  played around a bit but never really satisfied my true longing. I  dreamed of being used as a seat by women. The idea of being used and  discarded as something inanimate trilled me. The reality though is it’s  of course impossible. Until one day a possibility raised its head.
My wife was having an Anne summers party with her girly friends and her  mother. Nothing out of the ordinary there, until I overheard the mother  in law recommend a solution to the seating problem. Apparently there  were not enough seats for everyone. The mother in law had a couch that  was disused. I’ve seen it before; it’s a material filled canvass couch  that is similar in design to a large bean bag. I immediately thought of  what it would be like to hide inside it, but had no chance. I was  excitedly nervous just thinking about it. I knew though it couldn’t  happen. It was way too difficult and the chances of being found didn’t  bear thinking about. It was however, an exciting thought.
A day before the event, my wife thrust the taboo thought back to mind  when she asked if I would pick the said couch from the mother in laws. I  duly agreed and thought at least I could see the item that would be the  envy of me. I arrived to pick it up to the mother in law waiting in the  doorway.
“Hi mike”
“Hi Kerry, I’ll take it straight down” I said frowning at the limp canvas she handed to me.
“It’s a bit heavy, there’s sand still in it, I’ll sort it out when I get down there.”
Saying my farewells I put the couch in the car with a bit of effort. It  was quite heavy and quickly realised it needed filling to puff it out to  the couch shape. I hurriedly thought of possibilities again as I drove  down the house. Curiosity spilled over and in a matter of fact way,  questioned my wife as I lay the couch in the front room.
“Yeah my mother is bringing material down to fill it up. Should be alright when it’s done” was the explanation.
“Oh” was all I managed knowing it was still impossible to go through  with. My mind was awash with what it would be like though. The room was  laid out ready for the day and I was to make myself scarce in the  morning. I was planning on going into work for a night shift but it  wasn’t set in stone. I helped arrange some of the furniture and prep  some food. The limp couch was put in between the two main couches and  left looking like a deflated bean bad. While my wife was out of the room  I quickly glanced over the canvas couch. It had a small opening in the  side with 2 long bags of sand, one in the bas and one attached to the  underside of the seating part. There was also some old sheeting splayed  inside of what once formed the shape. It was quite dark inside but the  material showed a surprising line of sight when close up. Thoughts raced  through my mind. I could fit in there I thought. God that would be  awesome I wonder what it would feel like. An idea then came to mind.  Before the mother in law turned up in the morning, I could put my mobile  phone on silent, in video mode and record from inside the couch. I got  nervous thinking about how I could do it.
“I’m picking my mother up tomorrow to help me sort some food out, will you be here?”
“Doubt it, but I’ll be here when you leave, I said knowing I could place my phone in while she was gone.
It was all I could think about on the morning of the party. What sort of  footage would I get? Would it work? But most importantly would it be  found? The wife left in the morning and I nervously opened up the couch  to position the phone. It took a while to realise the best method was to  tape it in position on top of one of the sand bags. That would give it a  stable base. I took out the sand bag and set it aside, I wormed into  the couch and fantasised briefly about what it would be like to be a  couch for real. There were some sheets that I climbed amongst to push my  face close to the material and check sightlines. I realised it was  actually quite clear close up considering nothing could see from outside  the thing. I grabbed the phone and decided on a location by playing and  checking the footage quality. It took a few goes of rolling about and  moving aside sheets but was soon satisfied. Once happy, I started  wriggling back towards the entrance hole and out. The rustling in the  couch had hidden a vital piece of information. Sam and her mother were  in the kitchen.
Shit I thought. What the hell do I do? I decided to get out as quick as  possible but ended up froze in position when the living room door  opened. My face ran hot as I struggled to contain my shaking. I didn’t  even hear them come in I thought shallow breathing and frightened to  death. I’m going to get found I kept thinking over and over as I lay  there in utter terror. I knew she was going to mess with the couch and  would be found. How the hell do I explain this? I thought. I started  lining up excuses and considered just climbing out and feigning a scare  attempt. Thoughts raced through my mind as I lay there unmoving. What am  I doing? I thought. I listened as hard as I could and didn’t move as I  was weighing up options.
“3 trays ok mum?” shouted a question from the kitchen.
“Yeah, should be ok” was the response from right above me. I was too  scared to turn and lay there completely froze. Do something I urged  myself when I heard
“Right, where are those sheets? Oh, and this is supposed to be inside. You ok out there?
“Yeah I’m ok”
“Ok, I’ll sort the seats out then.”
“No probs. I’ll be in now”
I turned to attempt an escape the same time as the opening for the couch  moved. It was pulled up and material grew taut around me as one side  was lifted.
“How did this get out? Never mind should be ok now with all this in”
As the words fell, I froze at the external movement and glanced with no  sudden movements at the sound source. The entrance was filled with the  blue covering of the sand bag and was gradually being pushed in. My  heart froze as it fell onto my feet and started sliding up my body. I  lay on the bottom bag with the cold sand in the new bag landing limply  on me. I need to get I thought. How hasn’t she seen me? I thought. The  material around me shook violently and the bag shifted up my body and  landed half on me. My feet dropped hard when
“Where is the rest of them Sam?”
“What, the sheets?”
“Yeah, I’m trying to sort this couch out. How long before the rest get here”
I shut out the rest of the conversation as I lay shaking inside the  material. I prayed for her to leave the room so I could escape. What the  hell is going on I thought. What if she looks in?

My body ran cold with fear as I heard the mother in law shuffling around  above me. I lay perfectly still not wanting to get caught in my current  position. My hands shook and shivers run down my back as I lay between  the sand bags. I was completely on the one bag underneath me with the  other bag Kerry shove in was laying half on my body. I thought I heard  her leave and decided to make a move for it. I edged my head out from  under the sand bag. I strained to hear voices from the kitchen and  pushed the bag from my body. I held it above me as I quietly shifted  towards the entrance at my feet. My feet got caught in a sheet across  the entrance and I wiggled them furiously to get free. I suddenly  noticed Kerry’s voice coming back down the hallway and shifted back to  position to hide. Shit I thought, I lay nervously in the couch waiting  for her to leave again. I left my head to the side of the bag to observe  another chance to escape. She was crouching down at my side merely  inches from me arranging something. She edged sideways from me and  displayed her flared hips hunched onto her heels as she knelt down. Her  foot caught the side of the sand bag and pushed lightly into the side of  my head. I didn’t flinch for fear of giving my position away. I was  shaking again as I caught a glimpse of her generous jogging bottom  covered ass and thighs as she knelt beside me. She continued leaning  forward on her knees straining her jogging bottoms around her ass and  thighs. Her calf’s were flat on the floor with her thighs at 90 degrees  to them as she leaned over something. I was utterly terrified of my  current predicament. If I got caught now I would be in real trouble. I  lay there in complete confusion with her feet inches from my head when I  heard
“This is more awkward than I thought”
I heard Kerry give a huff and felt a movement to my side. I flinched a  little when her foot hit my shoulder and something pressed into my  shoulder and neck slightly. Shit, did she feel me? I thought lying as  still as possible. I definitely couldn’t move now in case she felt me.  Then something hit the side of my face quite hard. In utter panic I lay  there still waiting for her to investigate. I barely had time take a  breath when the sound of material rustled around me a little then  something pushed onto my head. It was quite pliable at first but then  pressed with increasing force until the sand bag splurged over my head. I  didn’t know what was happening and had no option but to lie completely  still. My heart hammered as the material around me pressed then released  in little movements. Only seconds had passed when a sudden increase in  pressure half covered my face in a soft mass. I then heard a muffled
“Seems allot to fit in, well, lets have a go”
My entire face was shoved hard in an almighty crush then the pressure was gone.
Something pushed the side of my face hard and I felt the sand bag slide  off my head as she rose. I lay exposed under the material as I stared up  the backs of her legs as she stood nearly touching my head. Her feet  were less than an inch from me as the sand bag slipped away from my  upper chest. In what seemed an eternity I watched as she fiddled above  me moving slightly and swaying with her attention elsewhere. God I  thought, what just happened? I’m going to get caught if I don’t get out  soon. I watched the dark blue material covering her thighs from my  unusual perspective. They fanned out under the crease of her ass as she  stood fiddling. Her plump bum jutted out above her thighs showing a  small fold of fat beneath the smooth material. I lay nervously at her  feet wondering what to do. I had to wait for her to leave again before  trying to get out.
“Sam? You got the pump thing out there?
I heard a muffled yes when Kerry spun above me and headed to the door. Here’s my chance I thought when
“Thanks, won’t be long then I’ll give you a hand out there”
“I’m ok, don’t rush it”
“Don’t worry” I heard. I worriedly glanced around as I realised my wife  had brought the item into the room. Kerry now returned above me and I  resigned myself to being discovered. I froze waiting for it as she  disappeared out of view. My feet lifted a little and I looked down my  body half expecting Kerry to be looking in. A hand gripping a piece of  pvc material appeared at my feet. It entered the couch and dragged the  plastic material with it as her hand roughly ventured further in. I  froze as her hand touched the sand bag over me as she pushed more  plastic in. More and more material filled the couch space blocking my  view. I was now obscured from sight as everything around me suddenly  jostled about violently. I thought I was discovered when I heard
“God this is heavier than I remember” I let myself go with the movements  around me still expecting to be found out. I had no option but go limp  and try and go with the sudden shoves and jerks. I was poked and prodded  all around as if being deliberately positioned.
I tried to see what was going on as I rolled over inside couch bag along  with its contents. I now lay on my front with some sheets, sand moving  in the bags and a smell of plastic as my company.
“God, what a pain” as a zip sound appeared right by my head. I regained  enough awareness to realise she was still messing with the couch. This  is it; she will grab me I thought shaking uncontrollably with fear.  Divorce and court proceedings ran through my head pending my discovery I  pulled my head as carefully as I could from the sound. I couldn’t see  much as I was half tangled in a cloth sheet. There was a tug at my  surrounding cover and my vision cleared. I lay with both sand bags on my  back and my face turned to the side with white cotton material over me.  There were little tugs above me as I lay shivering trying not to make  any sounds. I breathed as shallow as I cold but was exhaling with little  shudders due to nerves. It went unheeded as I suddenly jerked up a  little. My head folded onto my neck as my face fell onto a soft groove.  Warmth emanated through the material to my face as I lay there too  terrified to move. My left eye was shut but my right eye looked across a  familiar dark blue material
“Nearly done. Right! Lets get these in”
I listened to Kerry’s voice right above me when I realised I was face  down in her lap. Jesus I thought. How the hell? Before I could account  for her ignorance, violent shoves above me caused rustling and prods  then I was suddenly dropped. My face hit the floor as I noticed the  space in the couch was getting more restricted.

Kerry had positioned things on top of me and from my position my face  and body was in contact with the material of the couch. Both sand bags  were now positioned at my back and held there somehow. My body was  dragged over and pushed at various areas. The rustling around me masked  the fact that my legs and waist were getting pressed harder by the  material. She’s pushing it in the other end I thought. I squinted around  as I lay on my side. My legs started folding up with Kerry’s shoves of  material and it started getting constrictive. I looked down at her still  shaking with nerves as she grabbed more of the white sheets and forced  them inside with me.
My head was spinning with problems of escaping. If she didn’t stop soon I  won’t be getting out I thought. I watched the crouching figure of Kerry  stand and arch her back placing her hands on her waist. She then looked  directly down at me as she approached and crouched opposite my face. I  froze as she splayed her knees and leaned back onto her heels. My heart  nearly stopped as she shifted forward displaying her crotch as she  reached above me. Her swelling thighs pushed out on her heels as she  rolled me onto my back with the other items. I tumbled and lay face up  as she fell from view. I felt little nudges and rustling then a load  whine from a machine. I step into view then leave the room. I took in  the view of her ass wobbling around under her smooth jogging material as  I lay motionless. Right, now is my chance I thought. As much as it was a  thrilling prospect, I couldn’t go through with staying inside.  Something dangerous could happen and above all I didn’t want to get  caught. Who knows where that would land me. For the first time in 5  minutes I attempted to move. To my confusion I couldn’t. I felt as  though I was tightly held in some sort of pouch. The whine from a near  by machine hid any sounds of someone returning so I had to act fast. I  frantically twisted my body and pulled my arms. I turned my body a  little as I noticed I was slowly being lifting up and tried to look down  my body. All I could see was sheets at my neck and the room above  through the material. My feet hit a dead end and arms were stuck in  amongst various sheets and padding. I knew I didn’t have much time left  so bucked quite hard to try and break free. I was worryingly glancing  around when from the corner of my eye Kerry returned carrying trays of  food. I watched as she glided past noticing the underside of the trays  and bosom as she strolled past uncaring. I immediately froze again as  she disappeared out of view at the table.
I noticed my view point had changed a little and the material against my  face started pulling tight. There was a pressure form underneath  forcing my up and the whine from the machine below me stated straining. I  realised with horror that I was now stuck in position. Kerry had no  idea what she had done. She had packed me into the sofa and sealed it  up. I was now stuck inside the couch and utterly terrified. What if I  get caught was the only question racing around my mind. The whining  continued as the pressure increased. My nose buckled under the strain  against the material and I felt cold plastic pushing around my ears. My  arms and legs also succumbed to the enveloping feeling as I lay  contemplating my near fate. The whining sound stopped as I lay wedged  against the material above me. I had no idea which way up the couch  would face and hoped I was facing down. I couldn’t remember how I lay as  Kerry pushed and prodded me around. I blinked at the ceiling above me  immobile. My vision wasn’t too bad as I was now touching the material  and could see through the weave. I held my breath when Kerry approached  from around the table. She stood by my feet and crouched out of sight. I  realised I couldn’t even turn my head when she re-appeared. She moved  up to my waist and I lay look up at her wondering about how I come to  this position.
I gave way with the surrounding material when she bent and pushed her  knees into the side and forced my stomach and chest down slightly. Shit!  I thought

Shit! I thought. She is going to feel me in here. In my confinement I  breathed as shallow as possible in disbelief at my position. I watched  as she glanced over my prone form now at knee level. She towered above  me looking down. The swell of her thighs were at my waist area and the  underside of her breasts jutted out hiding her face. She didn’t move for  a moment and I thought my fears were realised. She has noticed  something I thought to myself utterly terrified at my position and what  could happen. I glanced from side to side nervously listening for any  sounds.
“I’m done in her now. Want a hand getting stuff in?” my heart hammered  and body ran cold at Kerry’s announcement. She began pushing at my side  and the couch slid slightly to a different position. Her hands sank into  my stomach area as she pushed then stopped, assessing my position. Did  she feel me? I thought and before I could gauge any sort of response, a  sound came from the front door and I heard a new voice enter the  hallway. I quickly realised there was no way out as Lorna entered the  front room.
“You ok in here? Need any help?”
“No, all done now, just the food” Came Kerry’s response to Lorna’s  question. I breathed a shallow sigh of relief as the conversation  continued around me
“Need any help Sam?”
“Nope I’ll be in now”
“You sure I can’t help?” asked Lorna
“Put the TV on, we won’t be long now” replied Sam
I started shaking again as the conversation continued, realising I was  now trapped. They have no idea I thought. Kerry left for the kitchen and  I watched her ample bum wiggle as she left leaving me glancing  nervously at Lorna. I had seen her only once before and she was  stunning. Her tight black trousers hugged her thighs as she picked the  TV remote up from the coffee table. The TV emitted just enough sound to  mask my rapid breathing. I couldn’t believe the situation I was in. I  lay hidden in a couch with an absolute stunner of a girl seeing me as  nothing but somewhere to sit. Her little top displayed her breasts  pushed together as she bent towards me revealing cleavage. Her blonde  hair was swished away from her face as she glanced at me then turned to  the TV. Her ass and thighs come together perfectly at her crotch as she  shuffled around and I could remember thinking it was an impressive sight  when we first met. I heard the channels changing and high heels  clicking as Lorna moved around the coffee table concentrating on the TV.  Her pretty face glanced at the remote then the TV as she absently  approached. She glanced again over her shoulder as she stopped in front  of me. God, this is unreal I thought, she is really going to do it. I  watched her approach and turn directly above my head. I looked straight  into her eyes as she looked me over before turning her attention back to  the TV. I lay as still as possible; hoping she wouldn’t feel me as I  knew the inevitable was coming. I couldn’t believe what was happening.  My blood ran cold with fear and I watched for what seemed an eternity as  she backed her legs to the couch. I looked up her thighs to the  underside of her creased bum. She now stood pressing slightly into the  side of the couch causing a fold over my face. She swayed above me and  was positioned to sit on my upper chest and face. I took a deep breath  and waited. There was no stopping her now and I wondered why she chose  to sit right where my face was. Why not I thought, she doesn’t know that  I lay face up right where her ass was about to land. I tensed as she  bent forward with her hips and ass forming a generous peach shape  casting a shadow over me. As the smooth material of her trousers  strained around her ass I caught a brief glimpse of her vagina lips cut  into the material. The curves of her cheeks indebted as she bent further  still revealing her pert bum and panty lines along with a small glint  of light at her crotch then all went black.
I let my body go with the movement. I was pressed hard from above and  bounced around under her as she positioned above me. My only concern was  not getting found out so I lay perfectly still, half expecting her to  jump up and investigate the unusual feeling under her. I ignored the  crushing feeling at first and listened for any clues of curiosity. None  came. There were only the slight rasping sounds of the material. I lay  completely still too scared to even flinch. Movement around me stopped  and the crushing pressure settled. I forced my eyes open as I shut them  as she dropped. My nose was squashed flat and my lips pressed against my  teeth. There was also a pressure pushing onto my neck, chest and  shoulders. I gently hissed some air through the sides of my mouth as I  pulled my lips gently apart. Through half open eyes I looked up at a  black mass curving away millimetres my face. It gently rose up from my  vision and revealed her left hand side as she lay against the back of  the couch. I could make out the knee of her other leg as they crossed.  In utter disbelief I lay in fear trying to not even breathing too hard. A  stunning 25 year old was sitting on me without knowing. I remained  looking up her side staring past the swell of thigh over my face, to her  hair resting on her left shoulder.
I quickly got uncomfortable and started to itch. It was also very hot  and contact areas were going numb. I refrained moving as I had no  choice. Still Lorna sat unmoving above me. There was not even a slight  reprieve and it had only been a minute or two. I started to panic a  little as I stared up to the side of her face above her shoulder. She  stared ahead at the TV unmoving as I took in the smallest details of the  material around me. The black material stretched around Lorna’s legs  had a very fine weave and contrasted the coarse weave encasing me in the  couch. She wore a white top with frilly sleeves that pulled tight under  her breasts. I could make out a few small rolls of fat on her side as  she slumped slightly. Her waist line disappeared above me then flared  back into view as she rested above me. Her breasts were quite large from  this angle and fell against the bottom of her bra cup forming a crease  against her body. Little details became exaggerated from my position. I  couldn’t hear a great deal due to the compression around me and the rest  of my body was raised slightly and blood was now flowing from my feet.  My head and chest were probably 4-5 inches lower due to Lorna’s sitting  pushing me down.
I needed to move but still Lorna remained pinning me unknowingly under  her. My only relief was the fact I hadn’t been found out.

As I sucked gentle breaths through the sides of my mouth I jerked  violently then became still. I blinked my eyes and held my breath  responding to the movement, then watched Lorna rise and walk away from  me. Her tight ass wiggled in the strained trouser material as she moved  towards the door. She didn’t even acknowledge what she had just done as I  tilted my head carefully to follow her. The clip clop of her heels  stopped at the doorway and she reached for something. In my still scared  manner I stayed as still as possible. Pins and needles complimented the  feeling returning to my cheeks and upper chest. As carefully as I could  I stretched my face to help the blood flow. I was still adjusting to my  low position when Lorna turned and approached with someone in tow. I  couldn’t make out who it was. Through the coarse fabric over my face I  watched Lorna move around the coffee table again but this time towards  the lower half of my body. She stepped to the side revealing Rachel  glancing down at me. Both women gave short glances as they approached  and I knew what was going to happen. My heart raced at the scenario  before me. I couldn’t believe Rachel was here. She was my sister in law  and I fantasised loads of times about her sitting on me. She stood 5ft  10” tall with straight dark hair. Her features were that akin to a 50’s  movie star. Small breasts, generous swell of thighs meeting at a  perfectly ample bum. I watched holding my breath as Lorna hit my legs.  My waist and legs crushed deep into the supporting material below. She  lifted her left leg to cross it over the other as she settled and I  looked down my body at her uncaring position. I didn’t have much chance  to take in the full detail of Lorna’s seating when Rachel stood right by  me displaying her knees. I glanced straight to her legs less than 2  inches from the side of my face. She stood fidgeting with a drink and a  coaster on the coffee table. She wore a long jumper that clung tightly  over her thighs and stopped short below her waist. She wore dark blue  leggings that hugged her legs like a second skin. I watched her from my  viewpoint and she seemed much taller from my angle. She turned and her  legs separated enough to reveal a shadowed crotch between smooth thighs.  Her bum jutted out and hid most of her back as I gazed up to her hair  lying on her shoulders. I tensed and waited. In a flash her hips flared  out and her jumper rode up her legs. Her thighs and bum were revealed as  she bent forward and dropped. I was froze in position praying not to  get found out. I gave way with the surrounding materials as my chest,  neck and face was shoved violently downwards into the couch. My head  jolted and my nose and cheeks squashed to the side distorting my  features. The pressure felt immense when she suddenly lifted then  dropped 2 or 3 times in quick succession as she adjusted her seating.  Each time my face contorted to painful expressions as I bounced around  under her. My eyes shut from the forceful shoves and I lay in fear  waiting to be discovered. She felt me I thought. That’s why she’s  bouncing around. Then all was still. My legs and thighs were crushed  hard from the unmoving Lorna as Rachel became still above my head. My  face was rolled upright and I slowly forced my eyes open. I strained my  lips open against the unrelenting pressure from above. In a grimace I  managed to open my lips wide enough to sip air through one corner of my  mouth. My eyes opened slightly with great effort and I struggled to  focus under the taut material. With my nose and features crushed I  looked straight up through the thighs of Rachel. Her legs splayed  directly over me enough to provide a line of sight. The swell of blue  material around her legs spread out and pressed onto my forehead and  neck. Beyond the lip of grey jumper material I noticed the swell of  breast above me and the underside of her chin. She seemed miles above me  as she sat unknowingly smashing me deep into the sofa. All was still  under the two girls.
I very quickly became uncomfortable. I sipped breaths as gently as I  could while concentrating on not moving. I lay still in utter terror of  being found out. Pins and needles quickley set in both my legs and my  cheeks were going numb again. My vision was getting blotted as Rachel  kept up the crushing weight on my face. Her blue leggings windowed my  only view as I stared up through an inch gap in her upper thighs. From  my viewpoint every movement seemed exaggerated as little twitches in her  legs opening and closing altered my view. It had only been a minute or  so but the effect of the weight on me was unexpected. Suddenly Rachel  completely blocked my view as I watched her breasts lean out above me.  She jutted herself forward slightly putting my face under her bum. I  watched the underside of grey jumper material slide over me. All went  dark and it felt as if she was deliberately trying to crush my face  deeper into the couch. My breathing was completely cut off and I started  to panic. My face and chest was painfully forced deep into a crushing  mass. My entire body seemed to ache for release as the enveloping  pressure held me tight.
I waited as long as I could then had to move. My need to breathe  superseded everything else. I decided enough was enough and I had to  face the consequences. I muffled something into Rachel’s ass and tried  to lift my legs. Up until now the only sounds I could hear was the  rustling of material settling around me. Suddenly there was an eruption  of music that muted everything else. My legs had gone dead and resulted  in hardly noticeably movements. My head and chest was stuck fast under  the crushing weight of Rachel when suddenly she lifted a little then  shifted slightly. I tried turned my head to the side as I gasped for  breath but she still pressed onto my face restricting movement. I was  not concerned with how loud I was being as the music was concealing any  sounds I could make. I half turned my head when Rachel dropped hard  again. I lay concealed and crushed underneath two women with my ability  to move depleting with loss of blood flow. I could sip small breaths  again as my cheeks and nose was smashed from the side. I opened my mouth  as wide as possible during the little reprieve and could gain little  breaths again. I hardly had chance to take in the full extent of my  situation when everything above me lifted and dropped in quick  succession. My whole body rippled under the bouncing of the girls  adjusting their seating. I was pushed down then released until a third  pressure smashed into my waist.