Betty’s Butt Buddy
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 11
by
Bobob1
You knew from past experience that being caught between a hand and another body part was a recipe for disaster that usually left you flattened and stuck in its wake. Sometimes you ended up stuck to the hand instead, but that in itself was usually far from pleasant. In the past you’d been stuck for days in circumstances like this, so every instinct in your body compelled you to move, to get away from the imminent danger of your aunt’s rapidly approaching palm.
Propelled into action you rolled yourself to the left, away from the hand and towards the centre of Betty’s butt. Though you were aware of the danger of falling into the crack you felt, naively, that you would be able to stop your momentum before that happened, your hands sliding across the smooth skin of the giant woman’s flesh as you attempted to get a good grip. Then the hand hit.
In your rush to get away, you’d failed to realise that Betty’s strike posed a threat beyond the risk of directly crushing you. The force of the slap sent ripples racing through her meaty cheeks, which not only provided extra momentum to your roll but made the already difficult task of stopping yourself completely impossible. Desperate, you attempted to stop in any way possible, but there was nothing you could do as you tipped over the edge, and straight into your aunt’s waiting buttcrack.
If there was any salvation to be had in this situation, it was that Betty’s prone form ensured that her cheeks were not spread apart, and your movement came to a stop just a couple of inches into the seemingly endless abyss, crammed deep between your aunt’s massive buttocks. The smell here was toxic, assaulting your nostrils with the atrocious scent of dried sweat and stale gas, and your immediate reaction was to desperately attempt to claw your way back to the surface.
Unfortunately for you, your attempts to escape made no progress against the squishy flesh that surrounded you, serving only to cause a slight itch between Betty’s cheeks which your aunt responded to by unconsciously grinding her cheeks together, slightly lifting her bare ass into the air as she wiggled it around. Soon enough the itch was gone and the sleeping brunette relaxed back into her original position, sighing happily to herself as she continued to sleep peacefully, unaware of the unfortunate fate she had inflicted upon her defenceless nephew.
Completely unable to defend yourself, the sudden movement of your aunt’s cheeks had crushed you completely between the massive mounds of her posterior, reducing you to little more than a tan smear hidden deep within the confines of her equally tanned rear. Though you couldn’t see it yourself, you wouldn’t have been surprised to find that you blended in almost perfectly with Betty’s own flesh, a faint vaguely human-shaped outline the only sign you were there at all. The situation only became worse as the massive brunette rolled onto her side, causing the full weight of her left cheek to fall upon you, pressing you ever deeper into the warm embrace of its neighbour.
The sad thing was that today was far from the first time you’d had these kinds of experiences with Betty’s ass. For whatever reason, your aunt’s butt had always seemed to function like some kind of massive booty magnet around you, or like some sort of Ben-seeking missile, constantly zeroing in on your squishy body and sucking you into its torturous embrace.
When you were a small child Betty had seemed to sit on you every time she visited, somehow unable to enter the same room as you without dropping her ass upon your form. Sometimes you’d be discovered soon after, but other times you’d spend hours beneath her, or even get carried home as a tiny addition to her rear, suffering for days at a time before finally being saved. On one family vacation between your family and Betty’s you’d spent both the flight over and the flight back buried beneath your aunt, and at least half of the vacation itself smeared across her ass, whether it be as part of her yoga pants, a bikini, or just stuck to her bare ass itself. Even worse, she’d never retrieved you after the return flight, and you’d spent another two weeks as her booty prisoner before a stroke of luck had seen you found by Sarah and finally returned to your mother.
Each of the occurrences had been hell for you, but Betty had always been apologetic and you knew she never meant to do it on purpose. If anyone’s reaction bothered you it was your mother’s, who seemed to find the whole situation vaguely humorous, often joking that her sister’s butt was like your second home. This was why she had laughed when first seeing you on the other woman’s ass that morning, and the nonchalance of her response concerned you greatly.
Right now though a part of you felt like your mother may have had a point, as your second home welcomed you back with a warm bath of fresh sweat and a distant grumble that soon turned into a steady release of gas as your aunt casually relieved the pressure of her bowels. Betty cooed with pleasure as the building cramps in her abdomen subsided, while you found yourself facing a whole new definition of suffering as the warm and horrid air relentlessly washed over you, filling your noise with the processed stench of the giant brunette’s last few meals. The increased warmth from the farts only made the sweating worse, and the force of it was enough to propel Betty back into movement, her legs and cheeks shifting as she continued to moan in pleasurable relief.
You would remain in this hell for nearly two hours, trapped in a world of constant pressure and heat broken only by the periodic erupting of your aunt’s gas and the occasional shifts in the cheeks above. At some point Betty had rolled onto her right side, but you remained equally trapped until your mother wandered into the room in search of her sister, raising an eyebrow at Betty’s lack of clothing and waving a hand to dispel the unpleasant smell that now permeated the room.
Mary sighed as she looked down at her sleeping sister, reaching down to shake the slightly older woman awake. “Betty... Betty! Wake up girl.” She allowed a small smile as sleepy brown eyes met her own. “Good morning sleepy head. Where’s Ben?”
Taking a moment to consider the question, Betty groaned as she rose to a sitting position, unconsciously grinding her amble posterior against the bed as she pondered what may have happened to her squishy little nephew. But does your aunt remember what she’d asked you to do, and if so will she be able to find you buried within her ass?
Propelled into action you rolled yourself to the left, away from the hand and towards the centre of Betty’s butt. Though you were aware of the danger of falling into the crack you felt, naively, that you would be able to stop your momentum before that happened, your hands sliding across the smooth skin of the giant woman’s flesh as you attempted to get a good grip. Then the hand hit.
In your rush to get away, you’d failed to realise that Betty’s strike posed a threat beyond the risk of directly crushing you. The force of the slap sent ripples racing through her meaty cheeks, which not only provided extra momentum to your roll but made the already difficult task of stopping yourself completely impossible. Desperate, you attempted to stop in any way possible, but there was nothing you could do as you tipped over the edge, and straight into your aunt’s waiting buttcrack.
If there was any salvation to be had in this situation, it was that Betty’s prone form ensured that her cheeks were not spread apart, and your movement came to a stop just a couple of inches into the seemingly endless abyss, crammed deep between your aunt’s massive buttocks. The smell here was toxic, assaulting your nostrils with the atrocious scent of dried sweat and stale gas, and your immediate reaction was to desperately attempt to claw your way back to the surface.
Unfortunately for you, your attempts to escape made no progress against the squishy flesh that surrounded you, serving only to cause a slight itch between Betty’s cheeks which your aunt responded to by unconsciously grinding her cheeks together, slightly lifting her bare ass into the air as she wiggled it around. Soon enough the itch was gone and the sleeping brunette relaxed back into her original position, sighing happily to herself as she continued to sleep peacefully, unaware of the unfortunate fate she had inflicted upon her defenceless nephew.
Completely unable to defend yourself, the sudden movement of your aunt’s cheeks had crushed you completely between the massive mounds of her posterior, reducing you to little more than a tan smear hidden deep within the confines of her equally tanned rear. Though you couldn’t see it yourself, you wouldn’t have been surprised to find that you blended in almost perfectly with Betty’s own flesh, a faint vaguely human-shaped outline the only sign you were there at all. The situation only became worse as the massive brunette rolled onto her side, causing the full weight of her left cheek to fall upon you, pressing you ever deeper into the warm embrace of its neighbour.
The sad thing was that today was far from the first time you’d had these kinds of experiences with Betty’s ass. For whatever reason, your aunt’s butt had always seemed to function like some kind of massive booty magnet around you, or like some sort of Ben-seeking missile, constantly zeroing in on your squishy body and sucking you into its torturous embrace.
When you were a small child Betty had seemed to sit on you every time she visited, somehow unable to enter the same room as you without dropping her ass upon your form. Sometimes you’d be discovered soon after, but other times you’d spend hours beneath her, or even get carried home as a tiny addition to her rear, suffering for days at a time before finally being saved. On one family vacation between your family and Betty’s you’d spent both the flight over and the flight back buried beneath your aunt, and at least half of the vacation itself smeared across her ass, whether it be as part of her yoga pants, a bikini, or just stuck to her bare ass itself. Even worse, she’d never retrieved you after the return flight, and you’d spent another two weeks as her booty prisoner before a stroke of luck had seen you found by Sarah and finally returned to your mother.
Each of the occurrences had been hell for you, but Betty had always been apologetic and you knew she never meant to do it on purpose. If anyone’s reaction bothered you it was your mother’s, who seemed to find the whole situation vaguely humorous, often joking that her sister’s butt was like your second home. This was why she had laughed when first seeing you on the other woman’s ass that morning, and the nonchalance of her response concerned you greatly.
Right now though a part of you felt like your mother may have had a point, as your second home welcomed you back with a warm bath of fresh sweat and a distant grumble that soon turned into a steady release of gas as your aunt casually relieved the pressure of her bowels. Betty cooed with pleasure as the building cramps in her abdomen subsided, while you found yourself facing a whole new definition of suffering as the warm and horrid air relentlessly washed over you, filling your noise with the processed stench of the giant brunette’s last few meals. The increased warmth from the farts only made the sweating worse, and the force of it was enough to propel Betty back into movement, her legs and cheeks shifting as she continued to moan in pleasurable relief.
You would remain in this hell for nearly two hours, trapped in a world of constant pressure and heat broken only by the periodic erupting of your aunt’s gas and the occasional shifts in the cheeks above. At some point Betty had rolled onto her right side, but you remained equally trapped until your mother wandered into the room in search of her sister, raising an eyebrow at Betty’s lack of clothing and waving a hand to dispel the unpleasant smell that now permeated the room.
Mary sighed as she looked down at her sleeping sister, reaching down to shake the slightly older woman awake. “Betty... Betty! Wake up girl.” She allowed a small smile as sleepy brown eyes met her own. “Good morning sleepy head. Where’s Ben?”
Taking a moment to consider the question, Betty groaned as she rose to a sitting position, unconsciously grinding her amble posterior against the bed as she pondered what may have happened to her squishy little nephew. But does your aunt remember what she’d asked you to do, and if so will she be able to find you buried within her ass?
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April 23, 2025
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