She asks Sarah to look for you
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 17
by
Bobob1
“Oh, you see, well.... you know how hot and sweaty I can get sometimes. I was just trying to cool off a little.” Mary responded nervously to her own daughter, struggling to decide whether or not to ask for help in this sticky situation. You, meanwhile, couldn’t believe your ears. Although her speech was dampened by tons of thick buttflesh, you could have sworn you heard your mother make up an excuse rather than check for you. Luckily, your mother spoke up a second later.
“Actually, Sarah... I have a favor to ask.”
“Uhh okay, sure” your sister responded.
“Well, I keep feeling this itch way deep in my butt and... I think it might be Ben. Can you please look back there for me.” Deep sown velow you were ecstatic at your mom’s confession! Finally you would be free from this cramped, sweaty hell.
“Jeez mom, again? Maybe if your butt wasn’t so big you could actually feel him back there.” Your sister poked fun at Mary, but there was definitely a grain of truth to her joke.
“Very funny Sarah, now can you please just check?” Your mom responded half chuckling and half worried for her son.
“Yeah yeah yeah, you owe me for this. And I swear if you fart, mom...” Sarah responded while bending over to be level with Mary’s ass. Mary grabbed a mountainous cheek in each hand and did her best to spread her ass. Mary grimaced at the job she was forced to undertake. She scanned Mary’s cheeks before moving on to her crack. After a few moments more of searching, she spotted something minuscule almost all the way in. She saw a little tuft of hair and a few limbs then simply smirked.
“Yep, he’s definitely in there. Way down deep too. Like practically against your butthole but not quite. Damn mom you really got him good this time” Sarah announced all this matter-of-factly, only giggling towards the end.
Mary gasped and brought her hands to her mouth in shock. That little annoying itch in her ass really was you the whole time! She had even farted right onto you! She felt absolutely terrible about putting you through this torture, just as she realized that in using her hands to gasp dramatically she had probably crushed you yet again. She reached back and grabbed her cheeks once again, speaking up to Sarah.
“Well can you reach him?! I don’t want to put him through another second of my ass!” Mary was slightly panicked, but Sarah seemed completely calm, almost amused.
“Ha, no way mom. He’s way down in there, I’m not reaching into your butt with my bare hands! That’s just nasty. Just reach back there I’m sure you can get him.” Sarah’s care for your wellbeing was vastly overshadowed by her laziness and desire to not reach into Mary’s big butt. You, meanwhile, were kicked at your sister. You couldn’t believe she valued your life less than her cleanliness, which could be remedied by just washing her hands! Sarah then backed a few steps away and allowed Mary to begin the process herself. Clumsily, Mary released the grip of her right hand, letting that cheek buffet your body into its partner yet again. She then snaked a hand into her crack, slamming it all around you until she finally recognized your form. Already you were practically a sticker lining her immense crack, but as her fingers slammed into you repeatedly, it was the last straw. Their pressure had made you effectively two-dimensional, and much more difficult to free. Frustrated, Mary let both her hands drop and her ass jiggled and bounced back into its resting state. Sarah laughed out loud at the situation before Mary spun around.
“This isn’t funny, Sarah! My butt is so much bigger than him! I can’t help it when he ends up underneath or in it! And I’m always so bad at getting him free. Please, help me out” Mary pleaded.
“Hmmm, nope! Sorry, but I wasn’t the one who got him stuck there. You got this one yourself.” As Sarah responsed smugly she simply waltzed out of the room, closing the door behind her.
“Oh shoot Ben, I’m so sorry. I can just be so unobservant around you sometimes. I mean sure, it’s hard to keep track of a son who can disappear up my ass. And it really does overpower you once you fall in there doesn’t it? It’s like, oops I flexed my buttcheeks, now your squashed like a little tattoo. Seriously, it’s just SO easy to crush you like this without even noticing... but even so I should pay more attention.” Your mother stroked her ass cheek, inadvertently jostling you around yet again. You were a bit annoyed at Mary’s demeaning speech, but you knew she was only thinking out loud to make herself feel better. In reality you never wanted to make Mary feel bad about the times that she squished you, but simultaneously you hoped that she would learn from her mistakes at some point.
Mary knew she needed help from someone else, so she decided to slip on a pair of pants and head outside. Unfortunately, the pair that she grabbed happened to be skin tight leggings, and as she struggled to slide them over her voluptuous bottom she grimaced, realizing that she had squashed you yet again.
“Sorry Ben, but this will all be over soon. I’m going to find Claire and hope that she can be of more help.” Mary spoke to you but with the combination of her bountiful buns and the compressing factor of her leggings you heard nothing more than mumbling. Mary opened her door to leave her room and almost ran directly into Kim, standing right outside.
“Hi, I just wanted to check and see how Ben is doing. Is he recovering well?” Kim asked worriedly. Your mother fidgeted, not expecting to run into her, before responding.
“Uhh yeah, he’s doing fine, he just has to rest for a while more. He went through quite a lot.” Your mother lied blatantly to cover her own ass, or more appropriately, cover what was in her ass.
“Oh, that stinks. I hope he gets better soon. We should let him rest then. In the meantime, the girls and I wanted to know if you...”
“Actually, Sarah... I have a favor to ask.”
“Uhh okay, sure” your sister responded.
“Well, I keep feeling this itch way deep in my butt and... I think it might be Ben. Can you please look back there for me.” Deep sown velow you were ecstatic at your mom’s confession! Finally you would be free from this cramped, sweaty hell.
“Jeez mom, again? Maybe if your butt wasn’t so big you could actually feel him back there.” Your sister poked fun at Mary, but there was definitely a grain of truth to her joke.
“Very funny Sarah, now can you please just check?” Your mom responded half chuckling and half worried for her son.
“Yeah yeah yeah, you owe me for this. And I swear if you fart, mom...” Sarah responded while bending over to be level with Mary’s ass. Mary grabbed a mountainous cheek in each hand and did her best to spread her ass. Mary grimaced at the job she was forced to undertake. She scanned Mary’s cheeks before moving on to her crack. After a few moments more of searching, she spotted something minuscule almost all the way in. She saw a little tuft of hair and a few limbs then simply smirked.
“Yep, he’s definitely in there. Way down deep too. Like practically against your butthole but not quite. Damn mom you really got him good this time” Sarah announced all this matter-of-factly, only giggling towards the end.
Mary gasped and brought her hands to her mouth in shock. That little annoying itch in her ass really was you the whole time! She had even farted right onto you! She felt absolutely terrible about putting you through this torture, just as she realized that in using her hands to gasp dramatically she had probably crushed you yet again. She reached back and grabbed her cheeks once again, speaking up to Sarah.
“Well can you reach him?! I don’t want to put him through another second of my ass!” Mary was slightly panicked, but Sarah seemed completely calm, almost amused.
“Ha, no way mom. He’s way down in there, I’m not reaching into your butt with my bare hands! That’s just nasty. Just reach back there I’m sure you can get him.” Sarah’s care for your wellbeing was vastly overshadowed by her laziness and desire to not reach into Mary’s big butt. You, meanwhile, were kicked at your sister. You couldn’t believe she valued your life less than her cleanliness, which could be remedied by just washing her hands! Sarah then backed a few steps away and allowed Mary to begin the process herself. Clumsily, Mary released the grip of her right hand, letting that cheek buffet your body into its partner yet again. She then snaked a hand into her crack, slamming it all around you until she finally recognized your form. Already you were practically a sticker lining her immense crack, but as her fingers slammed into you repeatedly, it was the last straw. Their pressure had made you effectively two-dimensional, and much more difficult to free. Frustrated, Mary let both her hands drop and her ass jiggled and bounced back into its resting state. Sarah laughed out loud at the situation before Mary spun around.
“This isn’t funny, Sarah! My butt is so much bigger than him! I can’t help it when he ends up underneath or in it! And I’m always so bad at getting him free. Please, help me out” Mary pleaded.
“Hmmm, nope! Sorry, but I wasn’t the one who got him stuck there. You got this one yourself.” As Sarah responsed smugly she simply waltzed out of the room, closing the door behind her.
“Oh shoot Ben, I’m so sorry. I can just be so unobservant around you sometimes. I mean sure, it’s hard to keep track of a son who can disappear up my ass. And it really does overpower you once you fall in there doesn’t it? It’s like, oops I flexed my buttcheeks, now your squashed like a little tattoo. Seriously, it’s just SO easy to crush you like this without even noticing... but even so I should pay more attention.” Your mother stroked her ass cheek, inadvertently jostling you around yet again. You were a bit annoyed at Mary’s demeaning speech, but you knew she was only thinking out loud to make herself feel better. In reality you never wanted to make Mary feel bad about the times that she squished you, but simultaneously you hoped that she would learn from her mistakes at some point.
Mary knew she needed help from someone else, so she decided to slip on a pair of pants and head outside. Unfortunately, the pair that she grabbed happened to be skin tight leggings, and as she struggled to slide them over her voluptuous bottom she grimaced, realizing that she had squashed you yet again.
“Sorry Ben, but this will all be over soon. I’m going to find Claire and hope that she can be of more help.” Mary spoke to you but with the combination of her bountiful buns and the compressing factor of her leggings you heard nothing more than mumbling. Mary opened her door to leave her room and almost ran directly into Kim, standing right outside.
“Hi, I just wanted to check and see how Ben is doing. Is he recovering well?” Kim asked worriedly. Your mother fidgeted, not expecting to run into her, before responding.
“Uhh yeah, he’s doing fine, he just has to rest for a while more. He went through quite a lot.” Your mother lied blatantly to cover her own ass, or more appropriately, cover what was in her ass.
“Oh, that stinks. I hope he gets better soon. We should let him rest then. In the meantime, the girls and I wanted to know if you...”
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April 23, 2025
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