Junkyard Jessie

By CrushWriter@Hotmail.com


1.

It was a junkyard unlike any I’d ever seen before. Enclosing the whole, massive area was a forty-foot high-tech wall that was made of some sort of metal. I wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it looked as if it would stop pretty much anything you threw at it, rockets included. As I approached the huge gates, they began to swing open; I’d booked an appointment and I was expected. It was the only way to get into the place.

I drove up the long, winding road that was flanked by neat piles of totally flattened cars. And, when I say ‘flat’, I mean totally and utterly flat. I’d never seen cars crushed as flat as these before; each car was no more than a few inches high. After about a minute of driving, I finally reached what had to be the office. It was a huge building with a vast set of double doors, and I suddenly saw why the building and entrance had to be so large.

I pulled my car into a space and got out to find myself looking up at an absolutely colossal young black woman. She must have been well over seven feet tall, but didn’t look much older than about fifteen. As for her weight, I couldn’t even begin to comprehend how heavy she must be. Her girth was staggering, and each of her gigantic, tree-trunk thighs was far wider than the fattest person I’d ever seen, and she’d been 550lbs. This vast woman was dressed in a pair of cut-off Daisy Duke denim shorts, and had a white shirt tied in a knot just below her gigantic breasts; all of her clothes were tight, and chocolate-colored flesh was bursting out everywhere.

As I stood in her gigantic shadow, I felt nervous. She was gazing down at me with a slight smile on her beautiful, round face.

“Um,” I said, trying not to let my voice quiver too much, “you must be Jessie?”

The gigantic woman let out a huge booming laugh that made my insides vibrate. “Nuh-uh, honey! Jessie’s my Momma! I’m Jenni.”

Suddenly a huge abrupt sound filled the air; the unmistakable sound of metal being pushed way beyond its limits and crushed was everywhere. Almost as suddenly as it had begun, the air fell silent. I could only assume that a car had just been crushed, but it had happened in the space of just a few seconds. I didn’t know that they had car-crushing machines that worked that quickly, so I was interested to see this one in action.

Jenni continued. “Well, it sounds like Momma is still crushin’ a few of them cars. She’ll be done soon, sweetie. She’s expectin’ you. Lemme go an’ tell her you’re here. Wanna come?”

I followed the absolutely gargantuan teenager as she walked past the huge office building and headed out the back, past rows of flattened cars. Her width and girth was almost incomprehensible, yet despite her clearly massive weight, she moved easily and gracefully. I heard more creaking and mangling of tortured metal and knew that another car had just met an untimely and extremely quick end.

Jenni led me through a corridor made from piles of crushed cars, and the whole while I was mesmerized by her vast thighs and ass swaying and wobbling in front of me. The corridor opened out onto a massive clearing, Jenni stepped to one side, and my jaw must have hit the floor. I stopped dead in my tracks and my eyes went wide.

Walking towards me was an absolute mountain of a woman, also black, but wearing a vast blue pair of overalls. Although she had much less flesh showing than Jenni, the overalls were bursting at their seams everywhere – she had breasts the size of hot-air balloons, a massive belly that hung down almost to her knees, and it looked like each of her thighs was as big as Jenni’s whole body! This woman was impossibly tall. I’d guessed that Jenni was seven and a half, maybe eight feet tall, but this woman seemed to be at least five or six feet taller than that. And then I tried to comprehend her girth, but it was almost impossible because she was so staggeringly wide, which then led me to try and estimate what her weight must be, but at that point my brain shut down and I just gawped in amazement.

“Momma,” said Jenni, “this here’s that fella you was expectin’.”

The colossal woman didn’t break stride and continued walking towards me without slowing. She knew full well that if she chose to, she could swat me out of the way with one of her gargantuan thighs and not even notice the impact. She knew that I knew that as well, and she waited until the very last minute to bring her mountain of bulk to a halt. She peered down at me over the huge bulges of her breasts and belly, and I craned my neck to look up at her. My head only came level with just below her belly button, and I’m six feet tall. I could feel heat radiating off her massive body, and my brain still wasn’t able to comprehend just how spectacularly wide this woman was. Her bulk seemed to fill even my peripheral vision; she must have been twenty feet wide, at least.

“Mr. Smith?” she growled in a deep, gravelly voice.

I swallowed hard and tried to keep composed. “Y..... yes. Are you Junkyard Jessie?”

“I most certainly am. And what would you be wantin’ with me an lil’ Jenni here?”

“Err... I.... I’ve been sent to talk to you about some things we need crushing. I was told you’re the finest place in the world to have things crushed.”

Jessie let out a chuckle. “You got that right.”

My brain was still numb from standing in the shadow of this colossus, and stupidly I hadn’t made the obvious connection, which is what led me to ask, “may I see your crushing machine? It sounds like it flattens cars in a matter of seconds! I didn’t know they made machines that fast.”

The mountain of black flesh and flab looked down at me and screwed her face up slightly. “I don’t have no crushin’ machine.”

I laughed mockingly and blurted out, “what? That can’t be true! You must have a crushing machine.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she glared at me, but I continued babbling like an idiot. “In fact, where are your cranes and forklifts too? I can’t see any. Are they out the back or something?”

Jessie’s voice took on a slightly more menacing tone. “I don’ have no machines at all, Mr. Smith. Now, shall we discuss business?”

I hope my body was screaming at my brain to make it shut my mouth, but if I was it didn’t work. “Come on, Jessie, don’t lie to me, you must have some ma—”

Before I knew what was going on, Junkyard Jessie grabbed me by the scruff of my neck with one of her massive arms, and effortlessly hoisted me into the air. I was now eye to eye with her, the ground well over six feet below my legs. My mouth finally got the message and shut up.

Jessie’s voice had now gone from slightly menacing to downright terrifying. She boomed at me, “nobody calls Junkyard Jessie a liar! Little man, you just got yo’self into some big trouble. When I say I ain’t got no machines, I mean it. And do you know why?”

I was gaping at her, my eyes wider than ever and my shirt tight around my throat where she was holding it. I didn’t reply, which made her pull my face even closer to hers and she bellowed, “I said, do you know why?”

“No!” I whimpered frantically. “No! Jessie! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you...”

She spun her massive bulk around and used her left hand to point to a car. It was a Toyota Corolla and looked to be about fifteen years old. “See that car?” she boomed, as she took a few steps toward it, “somebody decided that it needs to die. And what’s the best way to kill a car?”

“I... err...”

That was all I managed to say before I suddenly was flying through the air. I didn’t know what was going on until suddenly I landed hard on my back, slammed against a cold surface. I knew it wasn’t concrete because I was slammed down so hard that whatever was under me gave slightly. I also knew that Jessie could easily have slammed me down so hard that she could have shattered every bone in my body if she wanted to. I opened my eyes and was seeing stars. My vision was a little blurry and my back was in agony. As I managed to focus, I saw the massive figure of Jessie above me, bending down and staring at my face. I then suddenly realized what she’d slammed me onto: the roof of the Toyota Corolla.

I let out a groan of agony and Junkyard Jessie boomed down at me. “I’ll tell you the best way to kill a car. Find yourself a woman that weighs over eighteen tons and have her sit on it. That’ll kill the car and everything inside it.” Then she added with an evil growl, “or in this case, on it.”

My head span, and no longer just from the impact. Eighteen tons! Holy shit! No wonder the cars had been crushed so fast and so flat. If she dropped her full weight onto a car, it wouldn’t stand a chance. And then the realization of the final part of her sentence sank in, and I watched in horror as the gargantuan woman turned her monumental bulk around. I was now looking up at Junkyard Jessie’s eighteen-ton ass, her blue overalls packed to capacity, the seams ripping apart in several places.

“Oh god! Jessie! No! PLEASE!”

“Little man,” she growled, “you were so interested in how I crushed these cars, I thought I’d give you a close-up view.”

Slowly, Jessie began to sit down. Her titanic ass was so wide that it stretched way past the length of the car; She only needed one colossal ass cheek to flatten it.

I pleaded with her. “Please! I’m sorry! Jessie! Have mercy! Please don’t sit on me! I’m begging you!”

She didn’t even acknowledge my desperate pleas and continued to sit her gigantic ass down. In a matter of seconds, the blue material of her overalls began to press against me. Her single ass cheek totally dwarfed my entire body. I had the presence of mind to turn my head to the side so she didn’t immediately crush my nose, but other than that I was paralyzed with fear.

And then the weight came. And it came quickly. I’d been sat on by big women before, 400 and 500lb women, and when they first lowered their weight there was always a period where the weight gently built up until there were many hundreds of pounds squashing me. The first bit of weight that I felt from Jessie was twice as heavy as anything I’d ever felt before and it didn’t come gently. All of a sudden my body was being crushed against the roof of the car by at least 1,000lbs of bulk, and immediately I was in total agony. I could feel my ribs creaking while they were pressed towards my spine. All of my limbs were on fire as the bones endured a vast amount of pressure. Even the car roof couldn’t handle the first bit of weight, and my body was pressed into the metal slightly.

Then Jessie added the next increment of weight and the roof supports buckled by a few inches, causing the windows to all simultaneously shatter. I felt some ribs crack and my internal organs felt like they were being turned to mush. I was in so much pain that I thought I was going to pass out. I don’t know how much extra weight she added, but it was at least 500lbs, maybe closer to another 1,000lbs, which would mean I was being crushed into the roof of the car by a ton of ass. I could hear the metal structure under me creaking and straining to resist the huge weight, and I screamed in agony, straight into the mountain of overall-clad flab that was engulfing my body. I had no breath left, and my lungs were under so much weight that they couldn’t expand against the pressure.

Suddenly, mercifully, Junkyard Jessie hauled her massive bulk to her full height and turned around. She looked down at me. “Get the idea?” she growled.

I gasped loudly, and gulped down air, coughing and spluttering. Every movement and breath hurt, but it felt so good to have air in my lungs again.

“And now,” the massive woman continued, “unless you want to see the demonstration from where you are, I suggest you move clear of the car. It’s doomed. You got five seconds, boy.”

I desperately scrambled, forcing my aching limbs to move as fast as they could, and I rolled off the roof. I hit the dirt floor and screamed in pain as my broken ribs took another pounding. I was off the car, but realized that I wasn’t nearly far enough away from the crushing zone because of the size of Jessie’s colossal ass. I desperately clawed and rolled myself as far away as I could and collapsed in a heap next to yet another pile of crushed cars. I looked back at the Toyota; its roof had definitely buckled and it looked like the shocks on one side had given up the fight, causing the car to list at an angle. I wondered if it knew it was about to be crushed flat.

“This is the best way to kill a car,” boomed Jessie, who had turned round once again and had her massive, devastating ass hovering over the poor little Toyota. “Say bye-bye, car.”

She didn’t sit down slowly like before. Junkyard Jessie simply let her full eighteen tons of bulk fall backwards and land, unrestrained, onto the car. The result was absolutely epic in proportion. The car wasn’t even able to put up the slightest fight and the whole thing crumpled in an instant under the onslaught of Jessie’s weight. She crushed it so flat that her massive ass hit the floor in under a second, causing a huge blast of air and dirt to erupt from the impact site.

I coughed and spluttered and watched the colossus rise back to her full height. In a slight dent in the ground was what was left of the Toyota. It was now about two inches high and had been crushed utterly, totally, and completely flat. My jaw dropped open at the incredible spectacle I’d just witnessed. Of course, had I been on the roof, I would now be no more than mush.

Junkyard Jessie casually wiped some paint flecks from her overstuffed overalls, turned and looked down at the poor car she’d just crushed into a sheet of metal. “Japanese crap,” she growled.

“Now then, Mr. Smith,” she boomed at my trembling figure, “unless you have any more stupid questions, let’s go and talk business.”



2.

Junkyard Jessie’s office was, as you would imagine, enormous. The ceilings must have been thirty feet high, and her desk was the length of a bus; an armless chair a little less wide was behind it. On the desk was a regular PC monitor that looked almost like a toy, and in front of it was an over-sized black plastic keyboard and extra-large mouse. In the corner of the room behind the desk was a pile of broken pieces of plastic, which I suddenly realized were bits of broken keyboards and mice.

The massive door behind me opened and I felt the room shake slightly. Junkyard Jessie moved her massive bulk gracefully and quickly past me, and I felt a huge blast of wind as her titanic body pushed massive amounts of air around the room. She saw me looking at the piles of broken plastic and let out a deep, booming laugh.

“It’s not just my ass that’s heavy, Mr. Smith. If I let my arms rest their full weight on a keyboard or mouse, it gets crushed. I forget sometimes, so I keep a stock of them in the back room.”

My head was spinning. Her hands and arms were so immense that just their weight alone could crush a keyboard and mouse? I suddenly realized that she’d called me by my name, and not ‘boy’. I hoped this meant she’d forgiven my stupidity.

I watched, completely mesmerized as she made her way to her enormous chair. She’d changed from her overalls into the world’s biggest pair of white leggings and a yellow tank top that seemed to contain more material than several parachutes combined. All of her clothes were stretched almost to breaking point over her immensely proportioned rolls of fat and black flesh. Her bra must be a work of engineering genius.

She pulled her chair out from her desk, and I saw that the seat had been made from some sort of patchwork material, and was a mishmash of colors. Once there was enough space to get her colossal belly and ass between the chair and the table, she slid into the gap and lowered herself onto the huge chair. The creaks and groans from the poor thing bounced around the room, and I was amazed that it could withstand such weight.

Jessie must have noticed my amazement. “It’s super-reinforced, honey. Titanium, concrete, fiberglass, and solid blocks of steel all clad in wood. It didn’t used to creak quite this much, though, so perhaps I need a stronger one to support all of this weight I’ve gained recently. Anyway, to business. What exactly is it that you want, Mr. Smith?”

I snapped myself out of my trance and cleared my throat. “Um, well, I… or, rather, my boss, has someth—“

Her deep voice cut me off. “Yes, yes. You want me to crush some things. It’s what I do. But what do you want me to crush, and why me?”

I swallowed hard. “Well, it’s a slightly delicate matter, and once crushed we need it, well there are multiple things, actually, to never be discovered.”

Jessie was clearly getting impatient with me beating about the bush, and she let out a sigh of frustration that caused her massive breasts to heave up and down; I was sure I heard some seams rip. “Just get to the point, Mr. Smith. Will they be dead or alive when I crush them?”

I was a little taken aback by her bluntness. “Err, um, both.”

She glared at me. “They’re dead and alive? You’re trying my patience, boy.”

Uh oh! ‘Boy’ was back, which worried me. I spoke quickly. “No, no! Two will be alive, another two almost certainly not alive. They all need to disappear without trace, along with their cars.”

She finally smiled slightly and leant back in her chair, causing more loud creaks and groans to fill the room. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. The two warm ones, are you looking for an instant crush or would you like me to make them suffer for a while?”

I was totally unprepared for the question. My boss was an influential and powerful Mafia Don in the underground world. All of these people had crossed him, and he wanted them to disappear without any chance of being found. Jessie had a reputation for making that happen, but I didn’t realize she offered a menu of ways for the doomed people to be crushed. My boss was ruthless, so I decided to try and think like he would. “They need to suffer.”

Junkyard Jessie finally broke into a broad smile. “Even better. Cost per crush is seventy-five K each for the live ones, twenty-five K each for the dead. Each car would cost a hundred bucks, but because I’m going to be able to have some fun, I’ll waive that fee for you.”

I swallowed hard again. “Oh! Thank you, Junkyard Jessie. Um, I have a question about the remains. They need to never, ever be found.”

“They won’t,” growled Jessie back at me.

“Um, yes, that’s good, but how do I know that? Where do you dispose of the bodies?”

Her smile immediately vanished and her eyes narrowed. “You know that because I’ve just told you.”

“B… but I need to be certain. How do you dispose of them?”

I thought steam was going to come out of her ears. “That is none of your concern, Mr. Smith, but trust me. They will never be found. Or the cars.”

My breathing was starting to get faster and my hands began to shake a little. “I need something more concrete. Some proof to back up what you’re saying.”

Suddenly, the gargantuan woman-mountain heaved her massive tonnage to her feet and towered over me. The shadow cast from the window behind her completely dwarfed me and I let out a little yelp at her sudden unexpected movement. “It sounds to me,” she said in her deep, terrifying voice, “that you’re accusing me of lying. Again.”

“What?! No! No! I, err… it’s my boss! I need to make sure that you—“

For the second time that day, I was suddenly dangling in the air at eye level with the gargantuan Junkyard Jessie. “When I crush someone, boy, the only thing that remains is clothes, liquid, and some powdered bones. You’ve seen what my eighteen tons of ass does to a car. When I crush someone in a car, the powdered skeleton is mixed with the remains of the metal, and most of the liquid drains away. Once that car goes into my purpose-built incinerator, nothing remains. And I mean nothing, boy. Whole skeletons may not burn so well, but powdered bone burns just fine. Nothing remains. Have I made myself clear now, boy?”

I was really worried now. I got the feeling Jessie didn’t give second chances. “Yes,” I squeaked.

The cruel smile I got made my insides turn to jell-o. “Shame you won’t be around to see it happen. I’m fed up of you and your bumbling incompetence. You can’t even get a sentence out properly, boy. Your boss can send someone more professional to arrange this; you’re an embarrassment.”

“What?!” I blurted. “But, bu—“

Suddenly I was moving again and I landed in a heap right in the middle of the seat of her massive chair. “Allow me to demonstrate the turning-bones-to-dust thing I just spoke of. Goodbye, boy.”

Jessie began to turn her colossal eighteen-ton body around, and I looked left and right frantically. I suddenly realized that the patchwork cover of her chair seat wasn’t patchwork at all: it was the clothes of her victims that had been crushed on this very chair. Her weight was so immense that the weeks, months, and years that she used her chair caused the fabric of the clothes to actually became melded with the wooden covering. My clothes were clearly about to join the pattern on her chair.

I let out a terrified scream. “Oh Christ! NO!”

Jessie had finished turning her behemoth bulk around, and her terrifying and devastating ass was now hovering over me and the chair. I scrambled painfully to me feet, my ribs reminding me what a fraction of her weight had done to me, and I ran for my life. Her chair seat was even larger now that I was on it, and I knew that eighteen tons of ass was about to land on it at full speed. I ran to my right as fast as I could, but the edge of the seat seem to not get any nearer; it was like trying to sprint the length of a football field.

I couldn’t look round to see whether she was about to drop her immense bulk or not, so I kept running. Finally, I reached almost the edge of the seat and I jumped for my life. At almost the exact time I’d cleared the edge of the seat, I felt a huge impact behind me as the pressure wave from Jessie’s eighteen-ton landing blasted around me and propelled me forward slightly. The chair let out deathly snaps, cracks, and creaks as it tried to cope with a 36,000lb butt drop.

I landed hard on the floor after my jump from a seven-foot high chair seat, and let out a scream of pain as I rolled around, panting and gasping.



3.

I was in agony, as I rolled on the floor of Jessie’s office, gasping and panting. My ribs and torso felt as if they were on fire, but I realized what a lucky escape I’d just had. Suddenly the massive shadow fell across my body once more, and I was aware of the gargantuan bulk of the woman mountain looming over me.

“Well, well, boy,” boomed Jessie, “you’re quick on your feet. There aren’t many people who are quick enough to get out from under the area my ass covers. Let’s see if that was a fluke or not.”

“Wha…? NO! Please! Jessie! Don’t d—“

She wasn’t listening, and I was scooped off the ground once more, wailing for mercy. Jessie dropped me onto her chair again and stared down at me, an evil smile on her face.

“Ready? Set? Go!”

I was panicked and nearly hyperventilating with fear. The behemoth crusher was already turning her colossal body around, so I scrambled to my feet and made another lunge to save my life. I sprinted as fast as my tired legs would carry me.

“Here I come,” bellowed Jessie with a chuckle, “ready or not!”

I wanted to scream out and beg her not to sit down, but I needed all the air I could get, so I just ran for my life again. I was definitely moving slower this time, but adrenaline had taken over to try and give me the speed I needed to survive; I finally reached the end of the bench and leapt off. Just as my legs had left the wood, Junkyard Jessie landed her full eighteen tons onto the seat once again, and I felt the toes of my trailing legs brush lightly against the material of her leggings. As the shockwave rushed around my airborne body, I realized just how close that had been; if she’d landed half a second earlier, one of my legs would have just been pulverized under her vast bulk. I hit the floor hard again, and screamed in pain as I rolled to a stop, breathing heavily.

The chair let out several snaps and loud cracks underneath the still-seated massiveness of Jessie. “Hmm,” said the colossus, “it seems that my chair really can’t take any more of this punishment from me.”

She rose to her full height and moved closer to me. “You really are quick, aren’t you? Sadly we can’t test three times the charm because I think my chair’s about to collapse!” She let out a huge booming laugh. “So let’s see if you can escape from my eighteen ton belly flop.”

I shook my head frantically, tears rolling down my cheeks. “Oh God! No! PLEASE! I’m begging you, Junkyard Jessie, please spare me! I’ll be more professional in future! I promise! You’re just so… so… intimidating!”

She laughed down at my pathetic pleading and sobbing. “You had your one chance, boy. Now it’s time for you to go splat. Come and lie right here and it’ll all soon be over.”

I looked at where she was pointing, slightly to my right, and immediately scrambled my way with hands and feet as far away from her as I could get. I crawled to the far side of the room and desperately tried to open a door set into the huge wall. It was locked.

“Boy!” boomed Jessie in a menacing tone. “I said come and lie down in this spot right here.”

I frantically tried to kick and push at the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

A deep booming growl came from behind me and the floor creaked as she moved closer to me. “This is the last time I’ll tell you, boy. Lie here right this second. I’m offering you an easy way out, you little runt; a full weight belly flop from me will put you out of your misery almost immediately. You’ll hardly feel a thing. If you’d rather I spend the next few hours slowly and painfully crushing parts of your body to paste, simply stay where you are and your wish will come true.”

I was sobbing uncontrolably now; as far as choices went, this wasn’t much of an option. Be crushed slowly and painfully, or be crushed to death quickly. I stopped messing with the door and slowly turned around; I knew I was out of options, so with my head bowed, I slowly walked towards my certain death and my executioner.

“That’s more like it, boy.”

I shuffled, trembling, over to where she was pointing, and I saw a sort of large half-finished picture on the floor, very much in the style of Mondrian’s impressionist work that was basically black lines and colored squares. One of the black lines was clearly only halfway as far as it needed to be, and where this line ended was where her finger was pointing to. And then it suddenly dawned on me and my trembling got even worse as I desperately begged for some mercy from the behemoth.

She had a cruel smile on her face. “Like I said, there aren’t many victims who can outrun my ass, but there have been a few. I decided to do something special with these people, and so I decided to make a painting out of them. Your dark suit will finish that line there perfectly.”

“N… n… no! Show me mercy, I beg you!”

“I am showing you mercy, boy. I’m crushing you to a pulp quickly.”

I looked down next to where I was to lie, and saw the red square didn’t quite fill all the space inside the lines, and then I saw why. The red color was from three red dresses that all, I had no doubt, were being worn by their owners when an 18 ton belly crushed them to liquid and fused their clothes with the floor.

Jessie saw me looking at the dresses. “Three stupid bitches came to see me a few months back. They all wanted their husbands crushed and disposed of so they could walk off with the inheritance, but they were very disrespectful. Once of the blond idiots wouldn’t stop yapping on her cell phone, so I took it away from her and crushed it in my fist. She insulted me, I decided I’d had enough of them and so belly flopped all three at once. I think they did a nice job of being the red color, don’t you?”

My legs were shaking so badly now that I could barely stand up. My voice seemed reluctant to speak any more, and I just stood there looking at what was about to happen to me, tears tumbling down my cheeks.

“Lie down, boy,” she boomed.

I looked up at her to try and show her how scared I was, and I pleaded with her using my eyes, but she just glared at me mercilessly. I finally realized my time was up, and I lay down, my black suit making an extension of the line on the painting; Junkyard Jessie insisted I lie face up, so I’d be able to watch her vast tonnage on its way down. I lay there, trembling and shaking, and I watched Jessie move her mountain of crushing weight into the correct position; I could no longer see her face over the huge bulge of her belly that was doing its best to destroy her tank top.

“Goodbye, boy,” she boomed, and began to bend her knees slightly to propel herself into the air, when suddenly the door behind her opened.

“Hey Momma,” chirped Jenni. “Don’t forget about the bottom line!”

Jessie paused. “He’s going to make up the rest of the line, honey.”

Jenni laughed. “No, Momma! I mean the money! This is a good job, we should take it and forgive Mr. Smith here his nerves. Dontchya think?”

My heart was pounding.

“If his boss wants these people getting rid of, he’ll send someone else to see me. The little runt here deserves to be crushed flat.”

“Momma! You know that when people’s men go missin’ after a visit with you, they’re reluctant to send any others for fear of you crushin’ them, too! This is a high value job, I think we should give Mr. Smith one more chance.”

There was a pause while the terrifying monster of a woman thought this over and then, miraculously, took a step backwards. “Hmmm, perhaps you’re right lil’ Jenni. But one more wrong move and this runt is toast. Very flat toast.”

The massive woman peered down at me. “Up,” she bellowed.

I scrambled to my feet, my whole body still shaking with fear. “Th… thank-you Junkya—“

“Silence! The only, and I mean only reason why you’re not a stain on the floor right now is because of the money involved in this one job. If it had just been crushing a single person, you’d now me part of my painting. You’d better understand that principle, and understand it quick.”

I nodded quietly and swallowed hard.

Jessie continued. “Go back to your boss. Tell him the price, which is non-negotiable, and make sure someone else brings the victims to me. I don’t want to see your stupid little body around here ever again, you got me, boy?”

I didn’t want to mention that I didn’t really have a say in who did what job, so I just kept quiet and hoped I could convince my boss to send someone else.

Suddenly I was off the floor again, Jessie’s huge hand around my throat. I tried to grab her massive black wrist, but it was so enormous that even both of my hands didn’t come close to getting even halfway around it. “I said, you got me, boy?”

I was being half-throttled by her as she held me at eye level with her. I nodded as best I could.

The massive, black, woman mountain swung me around and I was carried to the far wall. “If I ever see your face again, boy, here’s a taste of what’ll happen.”

Suddenly I was pinned against the wall at the same height as her massive expanse of belly. Jessie pulled up her tank top, and acres of black rolls of flesh burst into view right in front of me. I could feel her heat radiating just inches from me, and then suddenly the mountain of flab moved closer to me. I screamed out in shock and fear before suddenly being engulfed in Jessie’s gargantuan belly flesh. Immediately, my whole body was assaulted by a staggering amount of weight, which must have been 1,500lbs at least. All of my breath left my body and right into the coccoon of crushing flab surrounding and pressing against me. The pain from my cracked ribs came back tenfold, and I tried to scream, but all sound was muffled by the sheer amount and density of the flesh holding me against the wall. I needed air desperately, but had none and no way to get any; Junkyard Jessie’s flesh had completely swallowed me up.

The weight continued to press heavier and heavier against me, and I was in a huge amount of pain. She must have gone beyond the one ton mark, because I heard and felt a couple more ribs snap, and my whole body felt like it was compressed to about half the size it should have been. More terrifying weight, and another snap; the tiny bit of air remaining in my lungs was used up with a final, blood curdling scream that nobody would have heard.

More weight, and it was unlike anything I could ever have imagined. Total darkness, total pain in every inch of my body, and absolutely no hope of escape. The weight increased again, and it was far too much for my oxygen deprived and half-crushed body to take. My eyes closed, and I thankfully passed out.

When I finally came round, I was sitting in my car, my whole body aching really badly, my ribcage feeling like it had been rearranged with a bulldozer. Sitting on a crushed car to my right was Jenni. She saw my movement and smiled, before hauling herself off the car and walking over.

“I can’t crush ‘em as well as Momma just yet, but I’m gaining. In case you’re interested, this what six tons does to a car,” she said pointing back at where she’d been sitting. Although it wasn’t as flat as Jessie makes them, it was still crushed pretty damn flat; crushed enough to not have anyone inside be able to survive.

I looked, open mouthed. “Six tons?” I said with a slight gasp of pain from my ribs.

“Yeah, I know. Kind of tiny, but I’m workin’ on it! Anyway, Momma told me to remind you not to come back here.”

I nodded enthusiastically, and winced in pain. “Okay! Message received.”

“And she said, if you do ever come back, she’ll add the other sixteen tons to the two you felt in there. Bye, Mr. Smith!”

My vehicle couldn’t move fast enough as I headed down the winding path of cars that had met their untimely end under the gargantuan mountain of flesh that was Junkyard Jessie.


To be continued…