Little Bunny...

Lance huffed above his tiny servant as his own legs struggled to keep his weight up much longer. He thought this would be an easy, and not to mention to-die-for, task for such a devoted servant, yet was now being proven wrong as the tiny's legs buckled beneath them at the lightest of pressure placed upon them. 

To the servant, however, they were Atlas and the world was weighing down upon them. Their hands could find no solid foundation as they simply continued to sink into the plush, flabby behind of their master, causing more and more weight to simply sink further atop them as Lancelot took their attempt to find a foothold as a lack of trying. 

"Fine!" Lance pouted aloud as he raised his behind. "I guess if you don't want to be my chair, then the least you can do is be a cushion!" He spat, before bringing his ass down upon his servant at a blinding speed. 

His butt slammed against the bench, causing the wood to creak beneath it as the mass of Lance's ass shook the seat. The tiny servant was flattened beneath him, pinned entirely on all sides as his fatty behind completely enveloped them. They had truly taken for granted Lance's benevolence, it would seem, as where they'd thought the weight of the world were on their shoulders before, now they felt the crushing force of what must be the universe attempting to squish them out of existence. 

Lance's weight could not be understated as his buttox attempted to transfer this servant to the second dimension, not at all helped by Lance's clear disappointment and dismay at his fun little idea having failed on all counts. He grinded his hips from side to side, partially attempting to get comfortable on the wooden seat, but almost entirely wanting to punish his little servant for their shortcomings.

And punished they were, as all of Lance's weight was rolled across the top of their body, they couldn't help but scream in distress as their body was battered and crushed by the bunny boy's bubble butt. Yet these cries would fall on deaf ears, as Lance's ass proved to muffle all possible sound they could have made as it attempted to snuff the servant out.

"Ugh...... this isn't fun anymore." Lance sighed, standing up from the bench. "Go back to work, I guess. I'll find some other way to entertain myself." Lance waved his hand dismissively before shuffling his hips forwards as he waltzed down the main hall of his estate and leaving the tiny servant to their duties.

Or so he'd thought. Unbeknownst to him, as Lance had stood up from his seated position, he'd managed to wedge his servant so deep between his buttcheeks that they were dragged further into the wedgie he'd managed to give himself. The servant as sealed deep between Lance's asscrack, resigned to be chewed on by his behind as each cheek smushed against one another with each step the young royal took...