Rescued from the Abyss?
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 15
by
Bobob1
“Hey mum, has Ben recovered yet?'? Your youngest sibling hadn’t seen you since the incident with Kim, and was starting to wonder why you hadn’t managed to reform. Okay, so yeah, you’d taken more damage than was usual, but she’d still expected you to bounce back by now.
For her part, Mary looked confused for a moment at the question, and almost mentioned that they hadn’t seen you in weeks, before finally remembering that they had found you that morning trapped within the confines of Kim’s toes. Pausing, she tried to remember what had happened next before smiling as it all came back to her. “Oh right. Don’t worry, he’s recovering with my…'?
Your mother trailed off as she recalled just where she had placed you. And more importantly, the fact that she had gotten dressed without pausing to check where you were in her delicates drawer. All of a sudden she had sneaking suspicion she knew what that itch in her crack from earlier had been. “Actually, maybe I should go check on him just to be sure. He should be fine though.'?
Claire raised an eyebrow at the brunette’s sudden change of track, but didn’t question it further, just filling her cup of water and raising it in acknowledgement as the older woman left the room. Experience told her that her mother’s behaviour meant nothing good for her older brother, but as long as Mary was actively seeking to help you now it probably wasn’t anything too bad.
You meanwhile were being battered anew as your mother rushed up the stairs, her cheeks bouncing with vigour as they playfully squished you. Skidding to a stop in the bathroom and slamming the door, Mary quickly shed her pants and reached back to remove her thong, frowning at the clear resistance offered by her butt as it struggled to keep a grip on its prisoner. It took more force then she would have preferred, but she was eventually able to dislodge the garment, sliding it down her legs and hooking it with her left foot so she could grab it with her hands.
Just touching the wet fabric made her shudder, and Mary wondered just how she’d managed to do this much damage in such a short period of time, before remembering the way she’d tried to smother that ‘itch’. As she brought it closer the lingering scent of her farts assaulted her nostrils and her instincts screamed at her to get rid of this dirty thing right now. The brunette suppressed such thoughts however, and brought the fabric as close as she dared, her large eyes peering at the seat of the thong and searching for the usual tell-tale smudge that would signal your presence.
It would be nice to say that this would be the first time she’d had to retrieve you from such a position, but that would simply be wrong. Just last year you’d spent over a month as a part of her favourite panties, and more recently still you’d been a bit of extra padding for Sarah’s bikini bottoms. As much as those incidents had harmed you, they’d at least given your mother some real world experience with what to look for in these circumstances. Yet as she examined the fumigated thong was she able to spot your body, assuming you’re even there to be found in the first place.
For her part, Mary looked confused for a moment at the question, and almost mentioned that they hadn’t seen you in weeks, before finally remembering that they had found you that morning trapped within the confines of Kim’s toes. Pausing, she tried to remember what had happened next before smiling as it all came back to her. “Oh right. Don’t worry, he’s recovering with my…'?
Your mother trailed off as she recalled just where she had placed you. And more importantly, the fact that she had gotten dressed without pausing to check where you were in her delicates drawer. All of a sudden she had sneaking suspicion she knew what that itch in her crack from earlier had been. “Actually, maybe I should go check on him just to be sure. He should be fine though.'?
Claire raised an eyebrow at the brunette’s sudden change of track, but didn’t question it further, just filling her cup of water and raising it in acknowledgement as the older woman left the room. Experience told her that her mother’s behaviour meant nothing good for her older brother, but as long as Mary was actively seeking to help you now it probably wasn’t anything too bad.
You meanwhile were being battered anew as your mother rushed up the stairs, her cheeks bouncing with vigour as they playfully squished you. Skidding to a stop in the bathroom and slamming the door, Mary quickly shed her pants and reached back to remove her thong, frowning at the clear resistance offered by her butt as it struggled to keep a grip on its prisoner. It took more force then she would have preferred, but she was eventually able to dislodge the garment, sliding it down her legs and hooking it with her left foot so she could grab it with her hands.
Just touching the wet fabric made her shudder, and Mary wondered just how she’d managed to do this much damage in such a short period of time, before remembering the way she’d tried to smother that ‘itch’. As she brought it closer the lingering scent of her farts assaulted her nostrils and her instincts screamed at her to get rid of this dirty thing right now. The brunette suppressed such thoughts however, and brought the fabric as close as she dared, her large eyes peering at the seat of the thong and searching for the usual tell-tale smudge that would signal your presence.
It would be nice to say that this would be the first time she’d had to retrieve you from such a position, but that would simply be wrong. Just last year you’d spent over a month as a part of her favourite panties, and more recently still you’d been a bit of extra padding for Sarah’s bikini bottoms. As much as those incidents had harmed you, they’d at least given your mother some real world experience with what to look for in these circumstances. Yet as she examined the fumigated thong was she able to spot your body, assuming you’re even there to be found in the first place.
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April 23, 2025
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