Hamming it Up for the Camera
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
For some naive reason you were under the impression that Melissa was only going to sit on you for a few seconds then cut the video there. But of course, things were never quite this simple when it came to your mom and her harebrained schemes. Unbeknownst to you she had a number of ideas that she believed to be too hilarious to skip, and she was planning to do each and every one before the video ended.
Up above in the mind of the movie-making genius, Melissa, the introduction had just ended and now it was up to her to keep the laughs coming in. Smirking subtlety away from the camera, she began to slowly lift her ass off the air for a few seconds at a time before dropping it back down. Making sure to show you front and center to the camera between each titanic butt-drop, she then said out loud, "Jeez Louise my ass is so sweaty, thank god nobody else is around to experience this" she said while pretending to fan air into her cavernous crack. After a minute or so of this she dropped herself back onto the chair, once more sealing you in darkness under her flesh. In Melissa's mind the video was going perfectly and there was no way she could stop now.
Back down in the swamp of butt sweat and crushing weight you were suffering indescribably for your mom's sake once again. You questioned your sanity that you would be willing to put up with all of this just to make her happy. Were you really this good of a son or perhaps just a complete idiot? The only response you received for this internal question was about 3 rounds of Melissa plopping her ass onto the wooden chair aggressively. As the torture continued Melissa seemed to be producing yet another fresh layer of sweat, a smell and feeling you knew quite well. You mentally cursed whoever founded the Son Squishers and the terrible influence they have had on your mom. So much misfortune would have never occurred without Melissa's obsession with this forsaken club.
Now pondering on what to do next, Melissa sat still for a moment, pretending to simply watch TV "unaware" of the beating her buns were giving her son. It was at that exact moment she felt a gurgle deep in her stomach. Knowing exactly what this meant, Melissa finally took a moment to consider the torture she was currently putting you through and how much worse adding a fart on top of that would be. It appeared that some semblance of a conscience was finally speaking to her inside her head as she weighed out the pros and cons of continuing this video. "I'm not taking this too far, am I?" She thought, "I mean I can barely feel Thomas under me anymore, I must have pounded him flat as paper under my butt, and oh god I really am still so sweaty from the gym earlier. First he has to spend hours as my workout thong and now this? I don't know what to do." Melissa's inner war raged on while you were utterly unaware down beneath her. The reality was that she was nearly ready to call it quits and save you from further torment when a misremembered thought crossed her mind, "Wait a minute, Thomas basically agreed with me earlier when I said this was a fun way to spend time together, right? That means he must take some sort of satisfaction in making my posts to Son Squishers good too!" Her ridiculous thoughts ramped up, "I can't possibly quit on him now, then! This video needs to be perfect!"
Your wellbeing had lost the battle inside Melissa's head, and as you felt the pressure on your body multiply greatly you had a feeling things were about to get much worse. Melissa had grabbed the edges of the seat with her hands and pulled her body downward, forcing her ass further into the wooden chair, steamrolling you in the process. Oblivious to what was happening you then felt all movement of your captor cease for a few seconds. Melissa focused her efforts before pushing out a loud, thunderous fart in front of the camera. For you the sound was deafening, followed by an ungodly smell that combined with the ever present aroma of sweat to somehow make your surroundings even more disgusting. You were blown away, literally and figuratively, at how over the top she was going for this video.
"Sheesh where did that come from?" Melissa exclaimed loudly, "Thank god Thomas nearby for that one or else he probably would have been swept away by some hurricane force winds!" Now genuinely laughing at her own stupid joke, her flesh jiggled and bounced all over you once more. Your spirit was finally broken by that horrific gust of wind, and you resigned yourself to whatever torture may come. There wasn't any use in fighting it either physically or mentally, Melissa's ass had complete control over you and only when she decided to end this would you be free.
You were then exposed to the room once again, thankfully, as Melissa leaned forward. You saw a hand reach straight for you and your heart skipped a beat in elation. However just as quickly your hopes were dashed as her fingers slammed into your body, scratching you and her ass cheek equally over and over again. "Damn this chair is itchy though, it almost feels like there's something stuck to my butt." Melissa said this out loud and then finally feigned the realization you were hoping for. Leaning over her shoulder and placing her hand up to her mouth in fake shock, she said "Thomas, don't tell me that's you making my butt itch so badly, is it?" The concern in her voice sounded believable enough, at least for this cheesy video, and you focused one hundred percent of your effort into wiggling and screaming to "get her attention". Unsure of whether the camera could even pick up your minuscule movements, Melissa nonetheless reached down with her other hand and felt carefully for your body. It took her nearly 30 seconds of searching due to the incredible beating you had just received, but finally she found you. Using her fingernails she scraped crudely at your body before finally lifting an edge up and peeling you off of her! "Oh my god, Thomas!" Melissa really sold this line, bringing her hand to her forehead as if to act like she was about to faint. Finally, the words you had been praying for were said, as Melissa uttered "Aaaaaand cut! That was perfect!"
Setting your paper-like form down on the table, Melissa quickly skipped over to her phone and hit stop on the recording. You were a bit annoyed she didn't even address you before checking the video, but at that moment you were just happy to be out from under her ass. Immediately she began to watch the video all the way through, editing out the beginning and end so it looked like one naturally occurring event. A few seconds in she broke out into laughter already, looking down at your still crumpled form and saying, "Thomas what is going on with your dancing in the beginning, sweetie? It looks so funny!" Already you felt yourself getting annoyed, after all it wasn't even your idea to dance in the first place and now she was making fun of you for it. She added on, "You might be lucky in a way that my big butt comes in to interrupt this routine because it's pretty embarrassing honey." While she giggled once again you were stunned to hear that she seemed to genuinely believe that you doing a funny dance is more embarrassing than being wiped off of the face of the earth by your own mom's bare ass. You wished you could talk back at this moment and finally set some things straight, but sadly you hadn't yet recovered this ability.
Melissa went through each section of the video, talking about how hilarious it was to her and how much the other ladies were surely going to love it. You had to sit and listen to her as the minutes dragged by, your body slowly but surely regaining its human shape in the meantime. You then finally heard Melissa speaking her caption for the video out loud as she typed it, "Watch where you sit, ladies! I can't believe it but my son was filming one of his silly dance videos and I came in and sat right on him! I had no idea he was there because if I did I definitely would have 'twerked' as the kids call it to keep the dancing going! LOL!"
The cringe that was induced in you upon hearing this caption nearly eclipsed the severity of your entire previous torture. You felt your voice finally beginning to come back but by the time it did you knew that objecting to this caption would only prolong the situation. Keeping your mouth shut seemed like the best bet, and mere moments later you heard Melissa say, "Sent! And now we just wait!"
Up above in the mind of the movie-making genius, Melissa, the introduction had just ended and now it was up to her to keep the laughs coming in. Smirking subtlety away from the camera, she began to slowly lift her ass off the air for a few seconds at a time before dropping it back down. Making sure to show you front and center to the camera between each titanic butt-drop, she then said out loud, "Jeez Louise my ass is so sweaty, thank god nobody else is around to experience this" she said while pretending to fan air into her cavernous crack. After a minute or so of this she dropped herself back onto the chair, once more sealing you in darkness under her flesh. In Melissa's mind the video was going perfectly and there was no way she could stop now.
Back down in the swamp of butt sweat and crushing weight you were suffering indescribably for your mom's sake once again. You questioned your sanity that you would be willing to put up with all of this just to make her happy. Were you really this good of a son or perhaps just a complete idiot? The only response you received for this internal question was about 3 rounds of Melissa plopping her ass onto the wooden chair aggressively. As the torture continued Melissa seemed to be producing yet another fresh layer of sweat, a smell and feeling you knew quite well. You mentally cursed whoever founded the Son Squishers and the terrible influence they have had on your mom. So much misfortune would have never occurred without Melissa's obsession with this forsaken club.
Now pondering on what to do next, Melissa sat still for a moment, pretending to simply watch TV "unaware" of the beating her buns were giving her son. It was at that exact moment she felt a gurgle deep in her stomach. Knowing exactly what this meant, Melissa finally took a moment to consider the torture she was currently putting you through and how much worse adding a fart on top of that would be. It appeared that some semblance of a conscience was finally speaking to her inside her head as she weighed out the pros and cons of continuing this video. "I'm not taking this too far, am I?" She thought, "I mean I can barely feel Thomas under me anymore, I must have pounded him flat as paper under my butt, and oh god I really am still so sweaty from the gym earlier. First he has to spend hours as my workout thong and now this? I don't know what to do." Melissa's inner war raged on while you were utterly unaware down beneath her. The reality was that she was nearly ready to call it quits and save you from further torment when a misremembered thought crossed her mind, "Wait a minute, Thomas basically agreed with me earlier when I said this was a fun way to spend time together, right? That means he must take some sort of satisfaction in making my posts to Son Squishers good too!" Her ridiculous thoughts ramped up, "I can't possibly quit on him now, then! This video needs to be perfect!"
Your wellbeing had lost the battle inside Melissa's head, and as you felt the pressure on your body multiply greatly you had a feeling things were about to get much worse. Melissa had grabbed the edges of the seat with her hands and pulled her body downward, forcing her ass further into the wooden chair, steamrolling you in the process. Oblivious to what was happening you then felt all movement of your captor cease for a few seconds. Melissa focused her efforts before pushing out a loud, thunderous fart in front of the camera. For you the sound was deafening, followed by an ungodly smell that combined with the ever present aroma of sweat to somehow make your surroundings even more disgusting. You were blown away, literally and figuratively, at how over the top she was going for this video.
"Sheesh where did that come from?" Melissa exclaimed loudly, "Thank god Thomas nearby for that one or else he probably would have been swept away by some hurricane force winds!" Now genuinely laughing at her own stupid joke, her flesh jiggled and bounced all over you once more. Your spirit was finally broken by that horrific gust of wind, and you resigned yourself to whatever torture may come. There wasn't any use in fighting it either physically or mentally, Melissa's ass had complete control over you and only when she decided to end this would you be free.
You were then exposed to the room once again, thankfully, as Melissa leaned forward. You saw a hand reach straight for you and your heart skipped a beat in elation. However just as quickly your hopes were dashed as her fingers slammed into your body, scratching you and her ass cheek equally over and over again. "Damn this chair is itchy though, it almost feels like there's something stuck to my butt." Melissa said this out loud and then finally feigned the realization you were hoping for. Leaning over her shoulder and placing her hand up to her mouth in fake shock, she said "Thomas, don't tell me that's you making my butt itch so badly, is it?" The concern in her voice sounded believable enough, at least for this cheesy video, and you focused one hundred percent of your effort into wiggling and screaming to "get her attention". Unsure of whether the camera could even pick up your minuscule movements, Melissa nonetheless reached down with her other hand and felt carefully for your body. It took her nearly 30 seconds of searching due to the incredible beating you had just received, but finally she found you. Using her fingernails she scraped crudely at your body before finally lifting an edge up and peeling you off of her! "Oh my god, Thomas!" Melissa really sold this line, bringing her hand to her forehead as if to act like she was about to faint. Finally, the words you had been praying for were said, as Melissa uttered "Aaaaaand cut! That was perfect!"
Setting your paper-like form down on the table, Melissa quickly skipped over to her phone and hit stop on the recording. You were a bit annoyed she didn't even address you before checking the video, but at that moment you were just happy to be out from under her ass. Immediately she began to watch the video all the way through, editing out the beginning and end so it looked like one naturally occurring event. A few seconds in she broke out into laughter already, looking down at your still crumpled form and saying, "Thomas what is going on with your dancing in the beginning, sweetie? It looks so funny!" Already you felt yourself getting annoyed, after all it wasn't even your idea to dance in the first place and now she was making fun of you for it. She added on, "You might be lucky in a way that my big butt comes in to interrupt this routine because it's pretty embarrassing honey." While she giggled once again you were stunned to hear that she seemed to genuinely believe that you doing a funny dance is more embarrassing than being wiped off of the face of the earth by your own mom's bare ass. You wished you could talk back at this moment and finally set some things straight, but sadly you hadn't yet recovered this ability.
Melissa went through each section of the video, talking about how hilarious it was to her and how much the other ladies were surely going to love it. You had to sit and listen to her as the minutes dragged by, your body slowly but surely regaining its human shape in the meantime. You then finally heard Melissa speaking her caption for the video out loud as she typed it, "Watch where you sit, ladies! I can't believe it but my son was filming one of his silly dance videos and I came in and sat right on him! I had no idea he was there because if I did I definitely would have 'twerked' as the kids call it to keep the dancing going! LOL!"
The cringe that was induced in you upon hearing this caption nearly eclipsed the severity of your entire previous torture. You felt your voice finally beginning to come back but by the time it did you knew that objecting to this caption would only prolong the situation. Keeping your mouth shut seemed like the best bet, and mere moments later you heard Melissa say, "Sent! And now we just wait!"
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