A New Form of Media and a New Form of Torture
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
"Thomas! I just had the greatest idea ever how we can top those awesome posts with you as my thong! What if we took a video of me squashing you accidentally instead of just a picture this time?!" Melissa said down to you, bending down to stare directly at your minuscule form. Stunned by her request, you removed your hand from your eyes and looked back at her, to see her excited face as well as her massive breasts barely restrained by her sports bra. You sighed at the sight once more but realized that you would just need to try to ignore how thoughtlessly Melissa showed her body off to the world. After all, there were more important issues to address, like the ridiculous request she just proposed to you.
"Woah woah woah, mom. Slow down for a second. First of all I thought we were taking a break from all of this, not continuing it as soon as we got back! We haven't even gotten to wash ourselves off like you said earlier! And second of all aren't these pictures supposed to be of funny accidents between a mother and her son? How can it possibly be an accident if we have a camera set up to capture it?" You responded to Melissa, hoping to persuade her against this surely horrible idea. But of course, as slow as her mind was when it came to your safety, it was equally sharp when it came to coming up with ideas that would end with your misfortune. "Hmm, what about if we stage the video to look like you are filming yourself do a stupid dance or something and then clumsy ol' me waltzes in and plops my big butt onto you without noticing!" Melissa stifled multiple giggles as she laid out her plan, before finally erupting in a loud fit of laughter once she finally got it out. Once more you were shocked at how quickly Melissa came up with this idea. You tried to argue, "But I've never filmed a video like that before and I don't even know how to dance really." But Melissa was far too set in on this idea to let it go. Just as you were about to put your foot down and refuse, your mom pulled out the most powerful tool in her arsenal, pretending to pity herself.
"Oh I understand if you don't want to help your mom out, Thomas" Melissa said in an incredibly over-exaggerated sad tone while also frowning and looking at you with puppy dog eyes. "I mean I know it's like practically the best idea I've ever had and Son Squishers is my favorite group but I'll just forget it." You knew with every fiber of your being that this was all an act trying to convince you to go along with her stupid plan, but as much as you still wanted to refuse you couldn't help but fall victim to her trick. After all, you never wanted to let your mom down, even though she was doing all this intentionally. She then turned away to walk towards the bathroom, still overacting by stomping sadly. Briefly the guilt you felt was replaced with disgust as you noticed she wasn't wearing any panties and her massive, bare ass was staring back at you. Confused for a second you remembered that you had been her panties earlier in the day so of course she wouldn't be wearing any. Remembering the morning was almost enough fuel to steady your resolve and put an end to this stupid charade of hers but ultimately you just couldn't bring yourself to say no.
"Wait, mom!" You shouted up and she quickly turned around. "You're right this is a great idea, I'm in." You feigned enthusiasm and saw pure joy light up on Melissa's face. She quickly ran back towards your position on the table, grabbing you and saying "Oh thank you thank you, Thomas! I knew you would come around!" Melissa then got to work setting up the room for the ideal way to frame her video. First, she placed you on a a wooden chair, a spot which practically gave you PTSD to just be in. Then, she turned on the television on the other side of the room with the chair facing it. Finally, she set her phone up on a nearby nightstand, facing both you and the television in the background with the chair front and center as the focus. It even had a massive open back that the camera would capture perfectly, catching every moment of the meteoric ass crushing you were about to receive. Melissa hit record and immediately back towards you. Confused, she somehow read your mind and said, "we'll edit out this part later, just start dancing whenever you're ready and I'll take care of the rest!" The lack of details she gave you only served to make you more nervous, as you looked directly into the camera. Waiting a few seconds, Melissa hit the radio on the big table next to the chair and a mediocre pop song came on. She then walked out of frame and flashed you a thumbs up. You began to flail your arms and legs randomly, attempting to create some sort of dance on the spot. You continued these stupid moves for a second until you sensed movement out of the corner of your eye. Gulping, your eyes darted towards Melissa to see that she had already put on a completely oblivious look, and you knew the torture was about to begin.
Melissa was ecstatic that her video idea was coming together so well, and as she began her walk she had to stop herself from laughing out loud just imagining how funny this whole thing was going to look. Somehow she managed to do so and managed to look as carefree as possible, then locking her eyes onto the television and not you. She then begun her acting.
"Oh my favorite show is on, jackpot!" Melissa said out loud. Honestly her acting wasn't half bad, and somehow this fact pissed you off even more that she could be talented at something that was going to be awful for you. "Hey Thomas if you need me I'll be in here watching some TV!" She added. Just then she reached the chair finally and grabbed the top of the back with her left hand. Swinging her massive meaty left thigh over the seat she cast an enormous shadow over your tiny body. Instinctively you looked upwards to see her two bare, pale, globes of butt flesh hovering over you, practically taunting you for a second. You held up your hands and just as you saw this world-ending rump start to descend you let out a panicked scream. In reality, this scream was genuine as you actually were trying to get Melissa to call this whole thing off, but you only got out a light squeak before her ass collided with the wooden seat. *SMACK* Her cheeks made an overwhelmingly loud clap as they made contact with the wood, utterly obliterating your tiny form at the same time.
Up above now facing away from the camera, Melissa suppressed a smirk. She had, in fact, heard your faintest of squeaks before she plopped her butt down, thinking to herself "What a great improvisation by Thomas with that scream! It was just faint enough that it's believable for me not to have heard it but just loud enough that the camera definitely picked it up! I'll have to tell him that later." Melissa then resumed saying what she had planned out as she mindlessly uttered, "I wonder why Thomas left the music on out here if he isn't even around." She then leaned forward, reaching for the radio to turn it off, lifting her gelatinous derriere off of the seat just enough to expose your plastered form clearly to the camera. You were two dimensional, cemented onto her skin at the outer edge of her butt crack, stuck to the right cheek. She remained in this position for nearly five seconds before turning the music off and returning to her seated position with a plop.
The pain you felt from the initial impact was immense. Melissa's ass may as well have been an entire mountain falling onto you the weight felt so massive. But just as bad as the initial pain was now the never ending pressure as she remained in this seated position. That, and the fact that she still had never showered since the events earlier that day, leading to horrific earthy smell of sweat and god knows what else emanating from the nearby chasm. You whimpered, praying that she was nearing the end of this ridiculous video, but you had no way to tell. Melissa didn't tell you how long or short she intended it to be and there was no way for her to tell you now. All you could do was wait it out...
How does the rest of this situation go?
"Woah woah woah, mom. Slow down for a second. First of all I thought we were taking a break from all of this, not continuing it as soon as we got back! We haven't even gotten to wash ourselves off like you said earlier! And second of all aren't these pictures supposed to be of funny accidents between a mother and her son? How can it possibly be an accident if we have a camera set up to capture it?" You responded to Melissa, hoping to persuade her against this surely horrible idea. But of course, as slow as her mind was when it came to your safety, it was equally sharp when it came to coming up with ideas that would end with your misfortune. "Hmm, what about if we stage the video to look like you are filming yourself do a stupid dance or something and then clumsy ol' me waltzes in and plops my big butt onto you without noticing!" Melissa stifled multiple giggles as she laid out her plan, before finally erupting in a loud fit of laughter once she finally got it out. Once more you were shocked at how quickly Melissa came up with this idea. You tried to argue, "But I've never filmed a video like that before and I don't even know how to dance really." But Melissa was far too set in on this idea to let it go. Just as you were about to put your foot down and refuse, your mom pulled out the most powerful tool in her arsenal, pretending to pity herself.
"Oh I understand if you don't want to help your mom out, Thomas" Melissa said in an incredibly over-exaggerated sad tone while also frowning and looking at you with puppy dog eyes. "I mean I know it's like practically the best idea I've ever had and Son Squishers is my favorite group but I'll just forget it." You knew with every fiber of your being that this was all an act trying to convince you to go along with her stupid plan, but as much as you still wanted to refuse you couldn't help but fall victim to her trick. After all, you never wanted to let your mom down, even though she was doing all this intentionally. She then turned away to walk towards the bathroom, still overacting by stomping sadly. Briefly the guilt you felt was replaced with disgust as you noticed she wasn't wearing any panties and her massive, bare ass was staring back at you. Confused for a second you remembered that you had been her panties earlier in the day so of course she wouldn't be wearing any. Remembering the morning was almost enough fuel to steady your resolve and put an end to this stupid charade of hers but ultimately you just couldn't bring yourself to say no.
"Wait, mom!" You shouted up and she quickly turned around. "You're right this is a great idea, I'm in." You feigned enthusiasm and saw pure joy light up on Melissa's face. She quickly ran back towards your position on the table, grabbing you and saying "Oh thank you thank you, Thomas! I knew you would come around!" Melissa then got to work setting up the room for the ideal way to frame her video. First, she placed you on a a wooden chair, a spot which practically gave you PTSD to just be in. Then, she turned on the television on the other side of the room with the chair facing it. Finally, she set her phone up on a nearby nightstand, facing both you and the television in the background with the chair front and center as the focus. It even had a massive open back that the camera would capture perfectly, catching every moment of the meteoric ass crushing you were about to receive. Melissa hit record and immediately back towards you. Confused, she somehow read your mind and said, "we'll edit out this part later, just start dancing whenever you're ready and I'll take care of the rest!" The lack of details she gave you only served to make you more nervous, as you looked directly into the camera. Waiting a few seconds, Melissa hit the radio on the big table next to the chair and a mediocre pop song came on. She then walked out of frame and flashed you a thumbs up. You began to flail your arms and legs randomly, attempting to create some sort of dance on the spot. You continued these stupid moves for a second until you sensed movement out of the corner of your eye. Gulping, your eyes darted towards Melissa to see that she had already put on a completely oblivious look, and you knew the torture was about to begin.
Melissa was ecstatic that her video idea was coming together so well, and as she began her walk she had to stop herself from laughing out loud just imagining how funny this whole thing was going to look. Somehow she managed to do so and managed to look as carefree as possible, then locking her eyes onto the television and not you. She then begun her acting.
"Oh my favorite show is on, jackpot!" Melissa said out loud. Honestly her acting wasn't half bad, and somehow this fact pissed you off even more that she could be talented at something that was going to be awful for you. "Hey Thomas if you need me I'll be in here watching some TV!" She added. Just then she reached the chair finally and grabbed the top of the back with her left hand. Swinging her massive meaty left thigh over the seat she cast an enormous shadow over your tiny body. Instinctively you looked upwards to see her two bare, pale, globes of butt flesh hovering over you, practically taunting you for a second. You held up your hands and just as you saw this world-ending rump start to descend you let out a panicked scream. In reality, this scream was genuine as you actually were trying to get Melissa to call this whole thing off, but you only got out a light squeak before her ass collided with the wooden seat. *SMACK* Her cheeks made an overwhelmingly loud clap as they made contact with the wood, utterly obliterating your tiny form at the same time.
Up above now facing away from the camera, Melissa suppressed a smirk. She had, in fact, heard your faintest of squeaks before she plopped her butt down, thinking to herself "What a great improvisation by Thomas with that scream! It was just faint enough that it's believable for me not to have heard it but just loud enough that the camera definitely picked it up! I'll have to tell him that later." Melissa then resumed saying what she had planned out as she mindlessly uttered, "I wonder why Thomas left the music on out here if he isn't even around." She then leaned forward, reaching for the radio to turn it off, lifting her gelatinous derriere off of the seat just enough to expose your plastered form clearly to the camera. You were two dimensional, cemented onto her skin at the outer edge of her butt crack, stuck to the right cheek. She remained in this position for nearly five seconds before turning the music off and returning to her seated position with a plop.
The pain you felt from the initial impact was immense. Melissa's ass may as well have been an entire mountain falling onto you the weight felt so massive. But just as bad as the initial pain was now the never ending pressure as she remained in this seated position. That, and the fact that she still had never showered since the events earlier that day, leading to horrific earthy smell of sweat and god knows what else emanating from the nearby chasm. You whimpered, praying that she was nearing the end of this ridiculous video, but you had no way to tell. Melissa didn't tell you how long or short she intended it to be and there was no way for her to tell you now. All you could do was wait it out...
How does the rest of this situation go?
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March 28, 2025
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