Oh, again this puny butt cushion of a man!

Carmen giggles at your words, wiggling her huge ass in the air. "Eh, you'd fit just perfectly between my cheeks." She moves closer to Hilda, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Why don't we take turns with him? That way it'll be more fun for all of us!" Hilda nods eagerly and pushes Carmen away from her, grinning. "Good idea! We could even make bets on who squashes him better." Rachel snorts, rolling her eyes. "Oh please, you two. Of course I'm going to win." She plops down on the couch, spreading out as much as she can in an attempt to take up as much space as possible around you. "Now get over here and be my butt cushion!"

"Well," Carmen drawls slowly as she leans in to sniff at you, "there can only be one winner. So... the rules are that whoever squashes you best by the end of the day gets a big chocolate bar!" She grins wickedly. "Think you can handle that, sweetcheeks?" Rachel rolls her eyes again but laughs. "Yeah, and if you two don't take it easy on him, I might just let my lactose intolerant ass milk all over the place." She wiggles closer to you, practically sitting on your lap now with her immense girth. Hilda nods seriously. "Good point. No roughhousing... unless it's between me and Carmen, of course!" With that, she turns to face Rachel, giving her a challenging smirk before glancing back at you expectantly. You swallow hard, looking nervously between the three of them as they all practically crowd around you on the couch now...

Rachel snorts, the sound almost making you jump out of your skin. "Of course not, dummy! We'll be doing other stuff too." She winks at Hilda and Carmen before adding, "You know... cleaning, cooking, watching TV..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she squashes herself even closer against you on the couch. Carmen grins. "Yeah, we'll find plenty of ways to use him up." She glances meaningfully at Hilda, who returns the look with a smile that chills your blood. Suddenly, Hilda leans in close and whispers menacingly in your ear. "Don't you dare think about trying to escape or get away from us, little man," she says, her breath warm against your neck. "Because every time we catch you slacking off... or just being too much of a pest... we're going to make sure you regret it." She straightens up again and turns back to the other two with a satisfied smirk. Rachel giggles, nudging your shoulder playfully. "See? Now aren't you glad you agreed to this?" She wiggles her ass suggestively against yours once more as if to emphasize the point.

Carmen laughs heartily at your comment. "Oh no dear, we're not going to wait for you to slack off," she tells you with a cruel grin. "We'll be using you whether we need you or not!" She gives you a little shove in the middle of your back, causing you to slide several inches down her broad, sweaty surface. Rachel licks her lips eagerly. "Oh yeah," she moans, wriggling her ample butt on the couch. "I can't wait to see how we end up using you later... maybe tie you up with one of my hairs and use your body as a dildo!" Her eyes dance mischievously behind her glasses, and you feel your cock twitch in fear beneath the duvet of her warm, soft flesh. Hilda smiles knowingly at your reaction, leaning back against the couch with one arm flung across its backrest. "Don't worry," she purrs into your ear. "We'll make sure you feel every inch of us... all day long." With that, she reaches down between her legs and begins to stroke herself roughly through the fabric of her pants while continuing to pin you under her thigh. You let out a tiny yelp as the pressure intensifies, your body automatically responding to the sensations even though you're terrified. You glance nervously between them, wondering what fate has in store for you next...

Carmen raises an eyebrow, considering your proposal. "That's... an interesting offer," she muses, leaning closer to Hilda and nudging her with a playful elbow. "What do you think, Hildi? A dick-ridden slave for the night... hmm?" Hilda narrows her eyes at Carmen but shrugs nonchalantly. "Why not? As long as I get to use him too. After all," she says with a malicious grin, "it's only fair that we all share in the fun." She licks her lips and casually slips a hand under your shirt, tracing lazy circles around your navel. You gasp, feeling hot breath against your neck as Hilda whispers into your ear. Rachel hums thoughtfully, twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers. "That could be interesting," she murmurs, nodding slowly. "But only if you promise to use me for the first half of the night... and save Carmen's part until later." She bites her lower lip suggestively as she looks at each of them in turn. You glance nervously between their eager expressions, feeling a growing sense of dread in your stomach. "W-well," you stammer, not entirely sure how to proceed. "I... I guess that could work..."

Carmen frowns thoughtfully, considering your words. "Hmm... that's not a bad idea," she says eventually, her voice tinged with reluctance. "I suppose we could make it more interesting that way." She glances at Hilda and then back at you, grinning wickedly. "But remember, if you win tonight, that means you're ours for the rest of the week... fair enough?" Hilda leans in close again, running a finger down your chest slowly as she speaks. "I like that idea much better," she murmurs sultryly. "So we'll play along with your rules... but only if you agree to one condition." She tilts her head to the side and fixes you with a piercing gaze, her eyes glittering dangerously in the low light of the room. Rachel hums, her attention snagged by Carmen's comment about the week. "Oh?" she says carefully, raising an eyebrow. "What sort of condition are you talking about, Hildi?" Her curiosity clearly piqued, she slides even closer to you on the couch, nestling herself against your side with her voluptuous form. You shiver at her touch, feeling hot and cold all over. Looking between their faces, nervously you nod slowly in agreement to Carmen's terms. "Fine," you manage to croak out. "I accept the condition... but what is it?"

Hilda pauses for dramatic effect, enjoying the look of growing horror on your face as you wait in anticipation. With a sly grin she finally says, "You have to wear one of our old bras." Her smile widens at your sharp intake of breath. "The loser gets to decide which one," she adds with a satisfied chuckle. Carmen shrugs nonchalantly, watching you carefully for your reaction. "It's just an old bra," she says dismissively, as if that makes it any less humiliating or degrading. She leans back against the couch and crosses her arms over her chest, clearly enjoying herself already. Rachel snorts, shaking her head in mock disbelief. "Oh please," she scoffs. "Like you'd really wear a bra anyway." But even as she says it, there's an undeniable glint of amusement in her eyes that tells you she knows exactly how degrading this would be for you. You swallow hard, feeling your cheeks burn hotly at the thought of wearing one of their old bras... much less having to lose so they could force you into it. But there's no backing out now; not if you want to keep any hope of winning tonight's contest. Nervously, you nod your agreement once more, knowing that the real contest is about to begin. The three of them exchange satisfied smirks before leaning back against the couch with their arms folded, content to watch television for a while and wait for an opportunity to use you...

"Oh ho!" Rachel claps her hands together gleefully. "I can't wait to see that! Maybe we should get started early." With that, she scoots over until you're practically wedged between the two of them on the couch. Her hands begin roaming freely over your body, pinching and squeezing at various places as if they're simply testing how much use she can get out of you today. Carmen grins wickedly, leaning in to nip playfully at your earlobe. "Don't worry," she whispers teasingly. "We'll find plenty of ways to put that little thing of yours to good use." She slides one arm around your chest, trapping you against her breast as if it were nothing more than a small piece of furniture. Hilda just laughs, leaning back against the couch and watching with amusement as the other two girls begin their assault on your body. "Oh, I've got an idea," she says eventually, reaching over to grab the remote. With a click, the television comes to life again, filling the room with light and noise. The three of them shift positions so that you're now squeezed between Hilda and Carmen, their bodies pressed against yours from every angle. As you try to breathe, their scent overwhelms you: sweat, perfume, and a hint of their unique feminine musk. Rachel trails her fingers up your arm and across your chest before grasping one of your nipples roughly between thumb and forefinger. She squeezes hard, causing you to arch involuntarily into the pressure. "Ooh," she moans softly, obviously pleased with herself. Carmen slides her other hand down your stomach,

Hilda tilts her head to the side thoughtfully, watching your face carefully as you struggle to speak through her cleavage. "Well, that is part of it," she agrees, giving your nipple a tug between her fingers. "But I think we should also have some fun with you while we're at it." She leans down, planting a hot, wet kiss on your neck before whispering into your ear, "Don't worry, baby. We'll make sure you enjoy yourself too... in the end..."

Carmen chuckles darkly, her hands sliding up and down your back possessively. "Yes," she says, "that's right. You're going to be so well-used today that you won't even remember what it was like before you met us." She bends down closer to nibble at your earlobe, causing a shiver of anticipation to race down your spine. Rachel grins wickedly as she watches the exchange between the two giantesses and their tiny plaything. With one hand still wrapped around your other nipple, she uses her free hand to begin tracing lazy circles over your abdomen, closer and closer to your groin with each pass. "I think we should make a game out of this," she suggests mischievously, "see who can make you cum the most..."

The three giantesses share a knowing look before breaking into wicked grins. They begin moving against you in time with one another, their hips rocking back and forth in sinuous motions that drive you wild with need. You arch your back helplessly as they continue to pin you down, your hands grasping at the thick hairs on their legs as if for purchase. "There's no escape now, sweet cheeks," Rachel whispers in

Hmmm..." you moan, your voice muffled against her thigh as she grinds into you. You clench your fists in the soft fur of her leg, arching your back further as their hips begin to move faster and faster. "N-no... escape..."

Rachel laughs triumphantly, increasing the intensity of her thrusts against you as she feels you beginning to tighten beneath her. Her hand continues its relentless journey towards your groin, soon cupping your aching cock through your boxers. She squeezes roughly, eliciting a strangled moan from your lips as her fingers begin to stroke you in time with her hips. Carmen lets out an excited little squeal, pressing herself tighter against you as she feels your thighs trembling beneath her own. With her free hand, she reaches up to cup one of her enormous breasts, pinching and twisting at her nipple roughly as she grinds against you in rhythm. "Oh yes," she groans, "feel how hot I am..." Her body heat seems to envelop you completely, leaving no doubt that she's aroused beyond belief by your helpless struggle beneath her. Hilda watches your face intently, taking in every expression and moan as you're used by the other two women. She leans down, nibbling at your earlobe before whispering, "And who do you think is going to make you cum first...?" Her hand begins sliding up and down your chest, moving ever closer towards your cock.