Jeff felt his huge, soft face get spread across the seat, feeling it take the shape of the stitched leather. Next to him, there was a quiet click of a seatbelt. Above him, he heard the turning of a key, followed by the sound of an engine turning over. The engine shook the car, and in turn, Jeff jiggled with it. He'd seen her walk along the street, felt squishy silicone on his crotch, and dreamed of this exact thing, but he found himself completely overwhelmed by this sensation. Above him, he was able to hear Liz and her mom conversing, but in his state, he was in no mind to pay attention. The car began to roll out of the driveway, and every imperfection in it sent jolts of pleasure through him. As they turned onto the road, his body pressed against the belt buckle, his cheek wrapping around half of it before he resettled in the seat.
Jeff was very thankful that the city council was slow to start roadworks, the road being even worse than the driveway. After minutes of Liz's mind numbingly amazing massage, he heard a few words from her mom, “Hold onto something!”
Jeff barely had time to process the phrase before he suddenly felt the pressure on his face lessen, before being slammed back into the seat, spreading him thinner than he had been before. As the rear tires hit the pothole, Jeff found himself unable to prepare for the aftershock, his face rising and falling onto the seat once again, making the rest of the ride pale in comparison to it.
As the car slowed and pulled into the parking lot, Jeff thought it hard to let go of his new favourite place, but knew that it must be done, as it's rather hard to practice yoga in a car. The key clicked above him, the engine's shaking and roaring stopped, and the belt buckled clicked open.