Here's a cap I made for @SquashUp for a trade we did!

You can find there half here:

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On the website known as OnlyFans, or simply OF, those who sold their services tried their best to differentiate themselves from each other. Some might only have one subscription tier, others might have multiple. It all just depended upon what they had to offer.

Randalin originally had four. The first one was basic stuff and each subsequent tier got spicier and spicier. Initially, that was all the tiers she had. However, after a recent poll she made for those in her fourth tier, she made a new one.

This new one was for those who wanted a personal experience with her, or more accurately, under her. This new tier was quite expensive, more so than most tiers on the site, and exclusive. Only a select few subscribed to it, a decent mix of men, women, and a couple enbys. 

What did this tier entail? Well, Randalin was quite infamous for her “huge ass” to put it bluntly. Barely anybody else had such a buttox, nor thighs as well. The small group of subscribers got the reward of being put under her ass. How, you might ask?

It was quite simple. She’d have them drive and or/fly to her house. Once they were there, she’d flatten and fold them. Once in the shape of a roughly two-layer square, she’d put them on top of her favorite recliner, all of them.

Initially, the pile of subscribers was quite thick, at least at first. Upon sitting down on them, you couldn’t even tell she was sitting on anyone. Each person would be entirely enveloped by her ass. Their malleable bodies were totally squished by it.

Despite having already been pretty flat, they all quickly learned that they could get even flatter. After only a couple of hours of being under her ass, well, altogether they were now maybe the thickness of four sheets of printer paper.

Though that wasn’t a shock. Randalin had decided to give them the full breadth of her ass. This entailed treating them like a cushion, spending most of the day sitting on them, and occasionally grounding her ass into them, in order to get comfortable.

By the time she stood up, they were barely recognizable. They looked like some sort of muted-rainbow cushion. From there, she just left them there. From the moment they had been flattened, they stopped being human; they had become just her seat cushion.

Over the course of the next few days, the cushion of crushed subscribers got further flattened. Soon enough, thanks to the heat of the uncaring Randalin’s ass, well, they began to melt. As they did, they got sucked up by the nearest absorbent material.

In only a few hours, the flattened subscribers melded with not only the recliner but her shorts as well. Although she was shocked that they melted, she didn’t treat her shorts and recliner any differently. After all, they paid for this.

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