Travelling in the Booty
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 12
by
Bobob1
“Hmm…” Betty paused for a moment as she tried to remember when she’d last seen you, still grinding her butt around as she worked to scratch a persistent itch deep between her buttocks. A nagging thought at the back of her mind told her she was forgetting something but for the life of her she couldn’t remember. “I’m not sure. He was here before but I think he wandered off.”
Your mother sighed at the response, wondering just what kind of trouble her son had gotten into now. “Did you check your butt? Nine times out of ten that’s where he is. Remember last Christmas, when he became an unintentional part of that ‘Naughty Santa’ outfit you rented. The outfit you returned the next day.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “It took us weeks to get him back.” That had been an annoying experience for her, though an infinitely worse one for you.
Laughing at the memory and ignoring the slight glare from her sister, Betty turned and shook her bare butt at Mary, slapping one of the meaty cheeks and battering you from all sides within their crushing embrace. “Take a look for yourself. No lacy panties for little Benny to get stuck to this time. And it doesn’t feel like he’s on my cheeks either.” To prove her point she grabbed her rear with both hands and ran her palms around, unknowingly squishing her tortured nephew worse than ever.
Mary tried to maintain her stern expression but couldn’t help but giggle herself at Betty’s display, shaking her head as she waved off the booty-assault. “Okay okay, I get it. He’s probably hanging out with Claire.” A part of her was still concerned, but with no obvious sign of you she let the thought slip her mind, failing to even consider that you could be trapped within her sister’s rear.
Just barely able to hear the conversation through the insulating walls of your aunt’s posterior, you wanted to scream out in protest, struggling to move your smeared body enough to get her attention, but succeeding only in aggravating the itch you had caused. Grinding down harder, Betty released a slight moan, the irritation in her butt becoming almost pleasurable as she shifted her cheeks. The sweaty masses moved on either side of you, squelching your defenceless body as you were soaked to the bone with Betty’s noxious sweat and the warm remnants of her plentiful gas.
Though she would have liked to focus a little longer on the pleasant little itch, Mary’s expectant look was enough to compel your aunt into action, hopping up and reaching for her discarded yoga pants. She laughed softly as she remembered your earlier experience beneath these very pants, a small part of her almost wishing you were still there and enjoying the idea of crushing a little man beneath her greatest asset. However, she shook that thought off, remembering that the little man she was thinking of was her own precious nephew and that he’d already suffered enough beneath her booty. Still, she’d be lying if she said the memories of the times she’d found you stuck to her ass after days or weeks of searching didn’t sometimes come back to her when she was… alone.
Not bothering with her underwear in fear that it would smother that delightful feeling in her booty, Betty tugged on her tight yoga pants, jumping slightly in place to get them over her monstrous curves and crushing her cheeks within their tight confines. From your perspective the pressure from all sides increased tenfold as the jiggling rear was crammed into the skin-tight pants, any chance you ever had of being heard or felt being instantly smothered within your aunt’s massive behind. Worse, a muffled apology, most likely directed at your mother, was the only warning you got before a blast of warm air struck you in the face, the atrocious smell of Betty’s gas assaulting you once again and made all the worse as it was now trapped within the absorbent yoga pants.
High above, Mary laughed at her sister’s usual flatulence, waving it off without a thought for the torment being inflicted on her middle child and only son. “Just hurry up and put a shirt on alright. I don’t care if you go commando but I’m not going outside with you looking like that.” She sighed at the quizzical look she received. “Did you forget already? We’re going to the…”
Your mother sighed at the response, wondering just what kind of trouble her son had gotten into now. “Did you check your butt? Nine times out of ten that’s where he is. Remember last Christmas, when he became an unintentional part of that ‘Naughty Santa’ outfit you rented. The outfit you returned the next day.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “It took us weeks to get him back.” That had been an annoying experience for her, though an infinitely worse one for you.
Laughing at the memory and ignoring the slight glare from her sister, Betty turned and shook her bare butt at Mary, slapping one of the meaty cheeks and battering you from all sides within their crushing embrace. “Take a look for yourself. No lacy panties for little Benny to get stuck to this time. And it doesn’t feel like he’s on my cheeks either.” To prove her point she grabbed her rear with both hands and ran her palms around, unknowingly squishing her tortured nephew worse than ever.
Mary tried to maintain her stern expression but couldn’t help but giggle herself at Betty’s display, shaking her head as she waved off the booty-assault. “Okay okay, I get it. He’s probably hanging out with Claire.” A part of her was still concerned, but with no obvious sign of you she let the thought slip her mind, failing to even consider that you could be trapped within her sister’s rear.
Just barely able to hear the conversation through the insulating walls of your aunt’s posterior, you wanted to scream out in protest, struggling to move your smeared body enough to get her attention, but succeeding only in aggravating the itch you had caused. Grinding down harder, Betty released a slight moan, the irritation in her butt becoming almost pleasurable as she shifted her cheeks. The sweaty masses moved on either side of you, squelching your defenceless body as you were soaked to the bone with Betty’s noxious sweat and the warm remnants of her plentiful gas.
Though she would have liked to focus a little longer on the pleasant little itch, Mary’s expectant look was enough to compel your aunt into action, hopping up and reaching for her discarded yoga pants. She laughed softly as she remembered your earlier experience beneath these very pants, a small part of her almost wishing you were still there and enjoying the idea of crushing a little man beneath her greatest asset. However, she shook that thought off, remembering that the little man she was thinking of was her own precious nephew and that he’d already suffered enough beneath her booty. Still, she’d be lying if she said the memories of the times she’d found you stuck to her ass after days or weeks of searching didn’t sometimes come back to her when she was… alone.
Not bothering with her underwear in fear that it would smother that delightful feeling in her booty, Betty tugged on her tight yoga pants, jumping slightly in place to get them over her monstrous curves and crushing her cheeks within their tight confines. From your perspective the pressure from all sides increased tenfold as the jiggling rear was crammed into the skin-tight pants, any chance you ever had of being heard or felt being instantly smothered within your aunt’s massive behind. Worse, a muffled apology, most likely directed at your mother, was the only warning you got before a blast of warm air struck you in the face, the atrocious smell of Betty’s gas assaulting you once again and made all the worse as it was now trapped within the absorbent yoga pants.
High above, Mary laughed at her sister’s usual flatulence, waving it off without a thought for the torment being inflicted on her middle child and only son. “Just hurry up and put a shirt on alright. I don’t care if you go commando but I’m not going outside with you looking like that.” She sighed at the quizzical look she received. “Did you forget already? We’re going to the…”
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April 23, 2025
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