Under Your Weight

Anaïs was finding it harder and harder to hold back.

Standing, leaning against the doorframe, her right foot inside the renovated old farmhouse, the other resting on the white tiles of the covered terrace, she missed nothing of the spectacle. About thirty-three feet away, Justin was striking, at regular intervals, large wooden posts driven into the ground. A single blow of the sledgehammer was enough for each section of the fence to sink, without resistance, a good sixteen inches.

At this rate the fence would be replaced before noon.

He wiped his forehead and looked in her direction, sketching a polite smile. In this early morning light she looked slender, her hips tight in narrow jeans and her generous chest shaped by a top that was a little too long.

The night before she had come on to him hard.

It wasn't unwelcome, of course--she had an athletic body, something he liked a lot in a woman--but the student had clearly been on the make. And since she had a gift for making guys like him open up--the shy ones, the overlooked ones, the ones straight women only found "nice"--he had awkwardly admitted he had never gone very far with his rare partners.

He had even conceded he was still a virgin.

"You're thirty-eight, if I'm not mistaken?"

They had only known each other a short while, having become friendly thanks in part to his good-natured manner. She sometimes flirted when they ran into each other in La Rochelle or out in the countryside, but nothing more. Yet that evening she had shifted into a higher gear.

He hit the post harder. The sound made her jump.

"Yes, that's right," the worker answered, looking sheepish.

"Well, believe it or not, that's my thing."

He knew a certain number of women were rather impressed by his stature, his physique, or intrigued by the contrast between his six-foot-seven frame, his Herculean strength, and the hundred and ten pounds he carried extra, his dirty-blond hair, and his beaten-dog eyes--sometimes ridiculous, sometimes endearing. He attracted attention, yes, but none of them had ever really given themselves.

What he constantly suffered from, without ever letting it show.

"What do you mean? Fat guys? Virgins?" he shot back.

"To tell you the truth, all of that at once."

"Yeah, right!"

They had kept walking along the beach, and after enough explanations she had finally convinced him it wasn't a joke. Then the young woman had given him an appointment for the next morning, claiming she had a problem with her fence, whose dilapidated state left her garden exposed to the salty wind from the open sea. Without asking any questions, the colossus had accepted the invitation, after she asked him to bring a brand-new toothbrush, still in its packaging.

He had stared at her, doubtful.

"I'll explain."

One final blow of the sledgehammer finished the last post.

She motioned for him to come closer. He was wearing shorts that fell mid-thigh and a short-sleeved undershirt stretched tight over his enormous belly. Still, his stride was quick. Without the obesity he would have had the build of an Olympic swimmer or an international handball player more muscular than a gladiator. In fact, some women also saw the handsome man he could have been, and she was one of those privileged few.

Anaïs was devouring him with her sharp brown eyes.

There was something mischievous in her gaze, which Justin noticed right away. And when he reached her--if one could say that, since he towered over her by a head and a half--she grabbed his wrist, marveling at his enormous hands, imagining him spanking her with those two calloused paddles of flesh and bone.

Excited by the thought, she licked her lips.

"Lift me up and kiss me."

He didn't need to be asked twice. He bent down, seized her wide hips, and lifted her off the ground without the slightest effort. She felt the worker's mouth, eager and greedy, crush against hers, and closed her eyelids after catching a glimpse of the azure tint of her new lover's irises. He slipped his right forearm under her ass and wrapped his other arm around her hourglass-shaped torso. The student let herself go, nestled against his chest that she could already feel burning beneath the undershirt. The grip around her waist was firm, heightening her desire, while he kissed her with passion, not clumsy at all.

After that he covered her neck with very insistent kisses.

She then felt him lick, then suck the lobe of her left ear, playing with his tongue, drawing it in, kneading, pinching it with his lips, which made her sigh with pleasure.

He stopped suddenly, breathing harder.

Without warning he grabbed her long jet-black hair with his left hand and pulled it relentlessly backward. Unable to resist that irresistible traction, she exposed her throat, which the colossus began to nibble before biting into the trapezius, right at the junction of her neck and the line of her shoulder.

No, he was definitely anything but clumsy.

"I really want you so badly. You have no idea."

He released her hair and she could face him again. The young woman's oval face was offered to his eyes. Her fine, straight nose like an ancient princess, her high and prominent cheekbones, the taste of her mouth, the pink of her lips--everything made him hungry for her. And her breasts against his ribs, her arms hooked around his lower back, her legs that he could feel wrapping around his oversized waist.

Jumping her right then and there was exactly what he had in mind.

"Soon," she murmured, a little sultry.

All the while feeling him hard beneath the fabric.

"Why wait?"

"Because before that, I want you to squeeze me against you. With all your strength."

Justin made a face.

"No, not with all my strength. You'd be snapped in two."

He wasn't wrong, of course; she knew it perfectly well. But at those words she felt a spasm run through her crotch. The mere idea that he could literally break her if the urge took him excited her to the highest degree. Under her pants, which she wore without underwear, her vulva grew wetter.

And another, stronger contraction shook her.

"In that case, until it cracks a little."

Anaïs already felt like a rag doll in his hands, but she wanted more. A lot more. That was also why she was drawn to obese men preferably endowed with strength far above average.

He nodded, determined to answer every one of her fantasies.

"As you wish. Let yourself go, and trust me."

At that invitation she loosened her hold, her legs now dangling in the air, and soon he lifted her up one notch so that this time he could encircle her thighs, right under the ass, with his arms whose overdeveloped muscles tensed visibly despite the mass of fatty tissue covering them.

The pressure was total, immediate, and overwhelming.

She suddenly had the feeling that a boa constrictor was playing with her lower limbs. Her knees touched, every fiber of the jeans protested, and every muscle in her thighs without exception--starting with the quadriceps--was compressed all at once, beyond all measure.

The student let her arms fall along her body.

She relaxed completely, her head thrown back and her eyes fixed on the canvas covering the shaded terrace. Mouth half-open, she let out a long sigh while the worker admired her throat, offered to his gaze, and the soft lines on either side of her trachea. Never would he have imagined that a woman's neck could affect him so much.

Abandoning herself further, she closed her eyelids.

"I think it would be even better if I were naked."

On that point he would not have contradicted her. Galvanized by her remark, he eased the pressure and slid his captive down about six inches so he could pass his arms around her hips. She let herself be manipulated that way, which only added to her pleasure, delighted by this welcome initiative.

The colossus's forearms were now crushing her ass.

This time he waited for no order from her and squeezed much harder, flattening her shapely cheeks and applying a pressure on her hips that steadily increased. The young woman immediately felt her pubis forced against her guest's protruding belly, whose heat, despite the undershirt, radiated toward her, warming her entire torso. Then the force exerted on her lower abdomen converted into a more insistent, lasting, and pure wave of pleasure. Indeed, under the constraint, her clitoris rubbed against the inner face of her jeans, producing what felt like delicious electric shocks.

She reopened her eyes and began to moan.

A sudden breeze rose, rustling in the low foliage surrounding the small garden. He wondered then whether someone might risk seeing them, passing near the old stone house, or even spying on them.

Then he drove that idea from his mind.

"You still okay?" he asked, highly aroused.

A long moan escaped his partner's throat.

Justin slid her down another notch, noting that her legs were still dangling, and wrapped his thick arms around her waist. She felt the muscles of her sides cry out, her diaphragm rise, hampering her breathing, and buried her face in the hollow of her guest's neck. He realized in a flash that his erection was growing again and squeezed harder and harder. She whimpered like a puppy, bit his shoulder, and let out a plaintive moan.

One of her lumbar discs cracked under the pressure.

"Ohhh, f--"

She couldn't say more, stopped by the pleasure, her perineum contracting at regular intervals, her pussy pulsing and tightening as if around an imaginary cock. Feeling her come, he came in turn and, carried away by the momentum, tightened his grip even more, amplifying their respective sensations all the more.

He was about to set her back on the ground when Anaïs protested.

"Sorry, but I just came. I'd like to clean myself up."

"One more time, please. Just a little harder."

He lowered her again, sliding her down his oversized torso so he could better encircle her ribcage, his forearms pressed flat against her back. Her too-long top had ridden up and revealed a wide expanse of her lightly tanned belly.

The worker gave her what she had asked for.

After that she felt her breasts flatten against the immense chest, the force exerted emptying her lungs in a short puff that evoked a tire suddenly punctured by a knife blade. He did not hold the grip very long, but one of her ribs emitted a dry sound, like a small piece of wood giving way under the sole of a shoe. Air ran out very quickly. Panic seized her and her feet thrashed in the void.

Another of her ribs cracked, then he released her.

Her lungs filled slowly and she was flooded with contradictory sensations. Pleasure and pain, fragility and a feeling of power, and that crotch of hers screaming how much she loved it, already impatient to start again.

He took her under the armpits and set her back on the ground.

"I hope I didn't hurt you too much."

"No, on the contrary, it was divine. Go upstairs, take a shower, brush your teeth, and meet me in my bedroom."

After that premature ejaculation, the student no longer had the slightest doubt. He really was still a virgin. Not completely inexperienced, and that was just as well, but still a virgin, the way she preferred them. The colossus then stepped into the hallway and turned right, disappearing into the living room.

She went inside a little later.

Once in the bedroom, the soft hiss coming from the bathroom accompanied her, distant and low, while she slipped out of her canvas shoes and her jeans. The too-long top she had chosen when she got up still covered half her ass.

The young woman did not hear him arrive.

She was admiring herself in the cheval glass, a splendid antique freestanding mirror older than the Eiffel Tower that had been passed down in her family from generation to generation. He was naked and staring at her without shame, feeling fresher, cleaner, and more confident than ever before. She was magnificent. Five foot six and a hundred and thirty pounds, muscled just enough, a firm, rounded, perfectly sculpted ass, thighs and calves without a single flaw, well-cared-for feet, and silky skin he could already see himself caressing until dawn.

Finally sensing his presence, she pulled the top off.

He moved toward her, drawn by that back that was broad across the upper part and narrowed at the waist, those slightly prominent shoulder blades, the groove of her spine partly hidden by her long black hair, her delicate lumbar dimples, and her arms swinging on either side of her body.

A few more steps and he seized her hips.

She felt his enormous belly against her back, but also his erect penis. Of a good size--maybe six and a half inches long by two inches thick--it pressed into the hollow of her lower back, making her shiver with anticipation.

Anaïs relaxed, parting her lips.

A calloused hand left her left hip and took hold of one of her breasts while the other found her shaved mound and her clitoris. She would gladly have let him take her without delay, but the urge to find herself completely under that body of oversized proportions was stronger than everything, irresistible. She wanted Justin to trample her, to subdue her, to make her bones crack and her joints creak under his feet. Just thinking about it she felt a heat well up from her crotch and work its way up to her lens-shaped navel, half-closed, that reminded her of a cat's pupil in full sunlight.

She suddenly bolted and ran for the bed.

"Wait," he said, surprised.

The student then explained what she expected of him, talking about her trampling fantasies and specifying how the weight and the pressure triggered a genuine neurochemical cascade in most people, a fact he had never known. In truth, when the body underwent sustained compression, the nervous system reacted with a rise in cortisol and adrenaline, signs of acute stress. As a result the organism quickly released endorphins, those endogenous opioids capable of dulling pain and producing a state of euphoria comparable to what submissives experience during sadomasochistic sessions. Neuroscience had shown that in people sensitive to masochism--called submissives--certain dopaminergic pathways processed intense stimuli, whether pleasant or painful, in an almost identical way, turning pressure into reward.

When he crushed her, she therefore experienced that shift.

The sensation of being compressed gradually transformed into a wave of diffuse well-being, a kind of bodily, physiological intoxication in which time seemed to stretch and everyday anxieties disappeared. The deep pressure also acted, for her, as a form of intense sensory stimulation, more or less similar to that of a weighted blanket, providing both physical anchoring and a release of tension.

Those details given, she moved on to practice.

After the worker had sucked, bitten, felt, kissed, and kneaded the young woman's voluptuous breasts, he turned her over onto her stomach, towering over her while she offered him her back. The view of her buttocks was unobstructed.

That was exactly where he was supposed to intervene.

Without warning he placed the sole of his right foot across his hostess's ass and transferred part of his weight onto it. The mattress sagged at once, tearing a timid moan from her. He then began to increase the pressure, which had the immediate effect of deforming the pair of gluteus maximus muscles, crushing them visibly and offering his partner a first rush of pleasure.

The colossus heard her moan, muffled by the sheet.

Then, as she had previously demanded, he pressed harder and harder, making the bed creak, driving her pelvis into the mattress. She was in heaven, whimpering with every increase in the deep pressure, so perfectly did what he was inflicting on her answer her need for total submission and objectification. At barely nineteen she measured her luck in knowing this pleasure of feeling reduced to a simple support, to a human doormat, to a living piece of furniture, the toy of a man who weighed three times what she did and who could dislocate her if he wished without meeting the slightest resistance.

Anaïs felt the foot begin to move.

Her extreme vulnerability in such a situation, founded on the almost absolute trust she was showing him by letting him act this way, excited her to the highest degree and contributed to her pleasure. But when he pressed even harder while imparting a slow lateral motion, from bottom to top and then from top to bottom, as if Justin were trying to wipe something with the sole of his foot, her clitoris and the wet lips of her sex were stretched without being able to recover their respective original shapes.

Pain and spasms arrived together.

In truth, the mere thought that he could injure her yet chose to dose his strength and modulate the suffering he inflicted created a singular erotic intensity that heightened her perceptions.

Overwhelmed by them, she clenched her fists while gripping the sheets, eyelids half-closed, staring into the void. For his part he grew harder still, transported by the sight of that body all mixed moans and groans, capsized by a rising orgasm, submitted to his power, and twisted under his weight.

She finally came in an endless hiccup.

Her mouth then formed an almost perfect circle. Panting and searching for her breath, she reopened her eyes before they both rolled back. He took advantage of it to speed up the pace, determined to drive her crazy, and pressed in a crescendo without losing any of his execution speed.

Suddenly a sharp crack rang out in the room.

The student let out a short cry, but he did not stop for all that. The worker saw a clear jet splash the sheets in spurts, right between the submissive's thighs. From where he stood she was nothing but shivers, contractions, and jolts.

He finally withdrew his foot and set it back on her back.

She sought him with her eyes, her cheek pressed to the top sheet. From her point of view, her impulsive temperament and the difference in build between her and her lover colored her deepest motivations with a particular shade. That extreme asymmetry--found also in the fact that she was very experienced when it came to sexuality while he was still a virgin--amplified every one of her sensations.

The young woman smiled at him.

"Oooh! Fuck, you really broke me."

They took a short pause, exchanging a few words, then he resumed his role with care, this time pressing one palm on the lower part of her back, right at the lumbar dimples, before bracing both hands on her ribcage, on either side of her spine, which had the effect of emptying her lungs. She felt her breasts flatten and was about to slap the mattress to signal that she was starting to smother when he slowly eased the pressure of his own accord.

It was a fact that the colossus was attentive to her reactions.

A little later he stretched out on top of her, covering her completely, in all four directions. In profile she disappeared entirely under his mass, sunk into the mattress, no longer merely crushed but as if swallowed.

After that he pushed himself up on his elbows, releasing her.

Sometimes out of breath, sweating under the heat of that immense male body whose penis was knocking against her lower back, Anaïs understood they would see each other again. Because even if she no longer brought home the men whose virginity she took beyond the two or three days she played with them, it was obvious that her taste for trampling and crushing would force her to call on him again and again.

He got up and flipped her onto her back like a simple pancake.

After which he kissed her on the neck, on the mouth, the breasts, the belly, and the still-sensitive clitoris. Justin was soaked in sweat, almost pleading with his eyes. She invited him with a gesture.

He slid in slowly, like a snake, and penetrated her.

The student felt his rough breath caress her forehead. He was fully stretched out on top of her, thrusting faster and faster, and was supporting part of his weight by bracing on his forearms. He then let himself sink slowly, because he knew that was what she wanted.

The mattress sank deeply under their two bodies.

She gradually felt the soft, warm belly crush hers, her breasts deform, and her ribcage compress. It was becoming harder and harder for her to breathe. The worker then sped up the pace, encouraged by the sheath of flesh that tightened around his cock, almost pinching it, and pounded her in a crescendo, all the way to the womb. In the heat of the action he was astonished that she was both so hot and so wet. And when he realized the young woman was short of air, her face flushed, he adjusted his torso just enough for his hostess's lungs to fill again, restoring the natural color to her cheeks.

Then he sank down again, always lower.

She was experiencing such a singular well-being that she was losing all sense of time, her brain bathing in endorphins, while the colossus kept working even harder.

He thrust one last time all the way to the hilt.

The climax overcame his strength and he collapsed onto her, depriving her of air once more, which precipitated her own orgasm. He was still moving his hips to intensify his sensations, discharging about twenty times. Every little movement turned into an additional crushing. She came in turn, delighted, while hearing him growl above her head.

Their respective bodies seemed to have fused.

They stayed like that for long seconds, while her sternum cracked twice. And when Anaïs could finally breathe, he pushed himself up and accidentally braced on her abdomen. She let out a small cry. She would have sworn one of her organs had rolled under Justin's muscular forearm, displaced by the pressure from the mass of fat, flesh, and bone. Yet the sensation had not been unpleasant--quite the opposite.

He apologized for his clumsiness.

"Goddamn, I'm really sorry."

But she held it against him not at all. Instead she smiled. The student had just had an idea. And he would be, once again, the one to carry it out.