Hunter tried to make sense of the sudden shift.
The first thing he realized was that he was standing on all fours on the sand. "Weird," he thought, "I don't remember tripping or anything."
The second thing he realized was that he was looking up, at the sky. "The sun's bright..." he thought, trying to look away.
The third thing he realized was that he could not move at all.
"Wait, what's going on here?" his mind began to worry, "Did I break something? Did I hit my head and lose control of my body?"
So he tried to call out for help, but couldn't open his mouth, either.
"Okay... calm down... it's gonna be fine..." he told himself, "If I'm standing on fours and looking straight up, it's probably a pretty uncomfortable position, someone's bound to see me and come ask if I'm alright or whatever, right?"
But minutes passed and then half an hour passed and then an hour passed and still nobody came to his rescue. He couldn't see anyone from his point of view, but he could definitely hear the passing voices of people, not so far that they wouldn't be able to see him.
"The hell's wrong with these people, I might be having a medical emergency and they don't give a fuck!" he thought, enraged and powerless.
Then the hour-and-a-half mark came, and Hunter heard footsteps getting closer and closer. He tried to wiggle, to move in any way he was able, but those ways were completely null. However, whoever was approaching was indeed approaching, and not just passing by.
A woman walked up to Hunter, and looked down at him with curiosity. "Help! I'm stuck here!" he tried to say, but hopefully she would understand his situation just out of the sheer strangeness it would otherwise entail.
But in truth, it was Hunter who didn't understand his own situation.
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Alyssa was a young woman who had been working on her beach body for the last few weeks and was happy with the results. She had managed to highlight both her curves and her muscles, and had the ass to prove it. She'd decided to head by the beach to show herself off in a pink bikini, mess around in the water and then bask in the sun, with the relaxing sound of the waves surrounding her.
What Alyssa forgot, was to bring a chair for herself, which she didn't realize until after having a good splash. She had brought a towel, but she didn't want to get it all full of sand. So when she saw a red beach chair standing on its own, with no family around or even lonesome owner, she took her chance.
"It's not like I'm going to steal it..." she said to herself, "I'll just sit there and see if anyone comes asking for it, and then I'll just leave. But they're not using it in the meantime, so..."
So now she stared down at this chair, checking to see if it was too sandy or if it was stained with ice cream. It didn't. It looked to be in perfect state. More than perfect. Fresh out of the red beach chair factory.
"Why abandon a new chair?" she wondered, but immediately dismissed the thought. She turned around and sat her ass on it.
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"What the hell?!" Hunter thought when this strange woman shoved her butt right against his face.
He tried to react, but this was so beyond anything he could easily understand that no more thoughts came. Only confusion as she pressed her plump ass into him.
Well, not only confusion.
After the first few moments of shock had passed, Hunter's more logical possible responses were thrown out of the window. He was sticking to what he knew, and he knew that a girl sitting on his face was a good thing. A sexy thing. So Hunter started getting horny at the sensation of soft flesh squishing him, at the feeling of the girl's entire weight resting on him.
His thoughts devolved into moans, and the absurdity of the situation escaped his grasp as he experienced arousal unlike anything he had ever felt. Just from being sat upon. Because now he was a chair, and that's all he'd ever be.