Hitting Up the Gym
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 15
by
Bobob1
“Are you almost ready to head to the gym mom?'? Claire asked.
“Of course, dear. Let me just finish this sandwich.'? Mary began eating her sandwich, while simultaneously pouring herself a glass of apple juice at the same time.
“Will Ben be joining us?'? Claire inquired. Mary hesitated for a second, drawing a complete blank about the whereabouts of her tiny son. Suddenly, she remembered that he was tucked safely away in her lingerie drawer. Fighting back a blush, Mary shook her head.
“Um…no. He’s still…uh…resting.'? Mary explained. Claire cocked her head to the side at her mom’s slightly suspicious reply, but dropped the subject.
“Okay.'? Claire walked out of the kitchen, going to check if Sarah and Kim were also ready to leave.
Buried deep inside of your mother’s ass, almost all noise from the outside world was muffled by the tons of flesh surrounding you. However, you had just barely managed to pick up on the sound of your mother’s conversation with Claire. You internally screamed at how your mother had managed to reach the conclusion that you were still safely tucked in her underwear drawer. Now she wasn’t going to think a single thought about you for the rest of the day!
Mary finished her sandwich and slipped on some sneakers, heading out the front door with her car keys in hand. Sarah, Claire, and Kim left the house after her, and the four females piled into the car. Mary slammed her butt down into the driver’s seat, sending ripples through her flesh. The action was simple and not even worth paying attention to, but it caused her hot and sweaty flesh to smack into your body over and over.
The drive to the gym was even less pleasant, as Mary’s ass seemed to quiver like a bowl of jelly without pause for the entire ride. Your entire body was bounced up and down, the vibrations of the car several times more powerful on your miniature form. You quickly lost consciousness from the overwhelming pressure and combined sense of motion sickness, your body going limp right as Mary pulled into the parking lot of the gym.
Everyone walked into the gym, checked in with the nice receptionist, and then headed to the locker room. Mary was already dressed for exercising, so she simply placed her purse into a locker and walked back to where the exercise machines were. Slipping headphones into her ears, and starting up a playlist of high-energy music, Mary plopped down onto an empty exercise bike and began pedaling.
The thin seat of the exercise bike pressed against your mother’s massive ass, forcing a bit of her leggings to ride up her butt crack. This, in turn, pushed her thong up an inch, which caused your tiny body to be fully shoved into Mary’s disgusting anus. You squirmed in panic, but the restrictive thong and the mounds of butt flesh on either side of you prevented you from moving in any way that could aid in your escape.
As Mary picked up speed on the exercise bike, and began pedaling faster, her butt cheeks began to grind back and forth in a flurry. Your poor, battered body was tossed side-to-side by the shifting cheeks, slapped repeatedly into the sticky flesh of your mother’s ass crack. You tried to scream for help, but your cries didn’t have a prayer of reaching your mom’s ears. Mary was also too focused on pedaling to feel your miniscule body buried within her butt.
Bouncing her head along with the music, Mary didn’t have a clue in the world as to what she was doing to her tiny son, tucked away between her glorious cheeks. She was simply enjoying the chance to hone her already sexy body just a bit more. If she had known your location, she would’ve hopped off the bike and rescued you in an instant. Sadly, this was not to be. Suffering at her hands (or rather, ass) was your fate.
An hour later, Mary stood up and got off of the exercise bike, thoroughly exhausted. She was completely soaked with sweat, and took several panting breaths to calm down. In particular, her butt crack felt like a swamp. The moisture trapped inside was causing an annoying tickling sensation. Mary frowned, and reached a hand behind her butt.
Deep inside the sweltering cavern of your mother’s ass, your body and spirit were thoroughly broken. Your arms and legs had been crushed flat, your clothes were in tatters, and you were soaked to the bone with sweat. By complete accident, you had swallowed what felt like several buckets worth of sweat. You had given up hope of escaping, and simply wished to pass into unconsciousness so you would be spared from this torment.
You felt some odd movement behind you, and realized that your mother was pushing a hand up her butt crack from the outside. No doubt she was trying to create a wedgie with her leggings, so that they would soak up the excess sweat from within her crack. You let out a scream that could pierce the heavens as your mother’s hand pushed mercilessly upward.
Mary’s fingers jabbed into the thong, which was shoved even higher up her butt crack. The thong hit your body, and shoved you right up into your mother’s gross, horrendously smelly anus. Your beaten body easily stuck to the disgusting folds of her asshole, the sweat from your body adhering you to the most horrible area on your mother’s body. By the time that your mom’s hand retreated, the damage had been done.
However, as Mary removed her hand, two thoughts occurred to her. The first was that her idea had been successful. A decent amount of sweat from her butt crack had been absorbed into the fabric of the leggings. At the same time, she could’ve sworn she felt something tiny brush against her asshole. The feeling was almost indecipherable, but she couldn’t shake a nagging feeling from her head.
“Of course, dear. Let me just finish this sandwich.'? Mary began eating her sandwich, while simultaneously pouring herself a glass of apple juice at the same time.
“Will Ben be joining us?'? Claire inquired. Mary hesitated for a second, drawing a complete blank about the whereabouts of her tiny son. Suddenly, she remembered that he was tucked safely away in her lingerie drawer. Fighting back a blush, Mary shook her head.
“Um…no. He’s still…uh…resting.'? Mary explained. Claire cocked her head to the side at her mom’s slightly suspicious reply, but dropped the subject.
“Okay.'? Claire walked out of the kitchen, going to check if Sarah and Kim were also ready to leave.
Buried deep inside of your mother’s ass, almost all noise from the outside world was muffled by the tons of flesh surrounding you. However, you had just barely managed to pick up on the sound of your mother’s conversation with Claire. You internally screamed at how your mother had managed to reach the conclusion that you were still safely tucked in her underwear drawer. Now she wasn’t going to think a single thought about you for the rest of the day!
Mary finished her sandwich and slipped on some sneakers, heading out the front door with her car keys in hand. Sarah, Claire, and Kim left the house after her, and the four females piled into the car. Mary slammed her butt down into the driver’s seat, sending ripples through her flesh. The action was simple and not even worth paying attention to, but it caused her hot and sweaty flesh to smack into your body over and over.
The drive to the gym was even less pleasant, as Mary’s ass seemed to quiver like a bowl of jelly without pause for the entire ride. Your entire body was bounced up and down, the vibrations of the car several times more powerful on your miniature form. You quickly lost consciousness from the overwhelming pressure and combined sense of motion sickness, your body going limp right as Mary pulled into the parking lot of the gym.
Everyone walked into the gym, checked in with the nice receptionist, and then headed to the locker room. Mary was already dressed for exercising, so she simply placed her purse into a locker and walked back to where the exercise machines were. Slipping headphones into her ears, and starting up a playlist of high-energy music, Mary plopped down onto an empty exercise bike and began pedaling.
The thin seat of the exercise bike pressed against your mother’s massive ass, forcing a bit of her leggings to ride up her butt crack. This, in turn, pushed her thong up an inch, which caused your tiny body to be fully shoved into Mary’s disgusting anus. You squirmed in panic, but the restrictive thong and the mounds of butt flesh on either side of you prevented you from moving in any way that could aid in your escape.
As Mary picked up speed on the exercise bike, and began pedaling faster, her butt cheeks began to grind back and forth in a flurry. Your poor, battered body was tossed side-to-side by the shifting cheeks, slapped repeatedly into the sticky flesh of your mother’s ass crack. You tried to scream for help, but your cries didn’t have a prayer of reaching your mom’s ears. Mary was also too focused on pedaling to feel your miniscule body buried within her butt.
Bouncing her head along with the music, Mary didn’t have a clue in the world as to what she was doing to her tiny son, tucked away between her glorious cheeks. She was simply enjoying the chance to hone her already sexy body just a bit more. If she had known your location, she would’ve hopped off the bike and rescued you in an instant. Sadly, this was not to be. Suffering at her hands (or rather, ass) was your fate.
An hour later, Mary stood up and got off of the exercise bike, thoroughly exhausted. She was completely soaked with sweat, and took several panting breaths to calm down. In particular, her butt crack felt like a swamp. The moisture trapped inside was causing an annoying tickling sensation. Mary frowned, and reached a hand behind her butt.
Deep inside the sweltering cavern of your mother’s ass, your body and spirit were thoroughly broken. Your arms and legs had been crushed flat, your clothes were in tatters, and you were soaked to the bone with sweat. By complete accident, you had swallowed what felt like several buckets worth of sweat. You had given up hope of escaping, and simply wished to pass into unconsciousness so you would be spared from this torment.
You felt some odd movement behind you, and realized that your mother was pushing a hand up her butt crack from the outside. No doubt she was trying to create a wedgie with her leggings, so that they would soak up the excess sweat from within her crack. You let out a scream that could pierce the heavens as your mother’s hand pushed mercilessly upward.
Mary’s fingers jabbed into the thong, which was shoved even higher up her butt crack. The thong hit your body, and shoved you right up into your mother’s gross, horrendously smelly anus. Your beaten body easily stuck to the disgusting folds of her asshole, the sweat from your body adhering you to the most horrible area on your mother’s body. By the time that your mom’s hand retreated, the damage had been done.
However, as Mary removed her hand, two thoughts occurred to her. The first was that her idea had been successful. A decent amount of sweat from her butt crack had been absorbed into the fabric of the leggings. At the same time, she could’ve sworn she felt something tiny brush against her asshole. The feeling was almost indecipherable, but she couldn’t shake a nagging feeling from her head.
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April 23, 2025
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