A Movie Under Betty
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 13
by
Bobob1
“Did you forget already? We’re going to the movies.” Mary checked her watch. “And if you don’t hurry up we’ll be late. Sarah’s already waiting in the car.” She sighed as her sister gasped in recognition and finally started getting dressed in earnest, her jiggling booty bouncing around as she struggled into her top and slammed her ass down on the bed again to pull on some socks and shoes. “Seriously? This was the whole reason you came over today.”
Mary and her sister, together with Sarah, had been planning this for a week. The movie they were seeing was rated NC-17 so Brittany had been brought over to stay with Claire while the older girls went out. Kim was technically old enough to come, but it wasn’t the kind of movie you took your exchange student to see. So instead, while your bodacious aunt bounced down the steps and battered you once again within the already far too warm embrace of her sweaty cheeks, your mother simply called out to Claire and, to her mind, yourself with a simple request to take care. Any response that your younger sister may have given was cut off as the front door slammed shut.
Oblivious to your torment, Betty hopped into the passenger seat, shooting a quick smile at Sarah in the back as she happily ground her ass against the cushioned surface, once again enjoying the feeling of that pleasurable little itch deep between her cheeks. You of course took far less pleasure from her actions, your already thoroughly smeared body squished all the more as you were crushed between her mountainous buttocks. It only became worse as your mother hopped in and started the car, the rumbling vibrations ensuring Betty’s rear was in constant motion even if she herself was still.
Finally looking up from her phone, Sarah leant forward to talk to her older relatives. “I was just reading some reviews. Seems like things get a bit steamy.” She laughed at the thought, considering just what kind of movie they were going to see. “Let’s just remember not to tell Ben.”
The comment produced a laugh from both women, Betty literally bouncing in her seat as she thought about just what kind of movie they were going to see. The Oblivious Life of Tiny Tim. The story of a man reduced to one inch in height by a lab accident and forced to survive in an oblivious world. The similarities to yourself were obvious, which was why the three hadn’t shared with you the content of the movie they were going to see, not wanting you to think they were getting ideas. Well that had been your mother and aunt’s justification, Sarah just wanted things to be a surprise.
Smashed and smeared within Betty’s booty you could hear only some of the conversation going on above, but what little you could hear made you concerned as to just what these three were thinking, joking back and forth about your endlessly bad luck when it came to being crushed. You continued to stew over this turn of events even as your aunt exited the car and headed into the cinemas, her long strides shifting your tortured body up and down her crack as her buttocks rolled across you.
Grabbing a large drink and tub of popcorn, Betty remained blissfully oblivious to your fate as she squeezed herself into one of the cinema’s narrow seats, barely fitting her substantial backside between the armrests, and cramming it between the overflowing posteriors of her sister and niece. If you thought the pressure before was terrible than you weren’t sure how to even describe this. With the seat behind, her body above, and your mother and sister to either side, there was nowhere for Betty’s ass to go, its contents squished inwards as her cheeks did their level best to crush you into nothing. And that wasn’t even considering the quickly rising heat as your aunt began to sweat.
What was torment to you was only mild discomfort to your aunt, necessitating just a few shifts as she continued to enjoy her little itch while focusing most of her attention on the movie. She could feel the sweat building between her cheeks but figured her pants would soak it up before it became an issue, and even added to it with a few more silent farts as she munched down on her popcorn. Soon enough she’d forgotten all about the persistent itch, the shaking of her booty now fuelled entirely by laughter as she watched the titular Tim being crushed over and over again by the oblivious woman who were making his life hell. Just like her own little nephew.
A scene half-way in as Tim found himself trapped within the butt of his unaware wife had all three girls bursting into hysterics, drawing confused gazes in their direction as they tried unsuccessfully to muffle their mirth. Sarah in particular found the idea utterly hilarious, wondering if this was a premonition of her little brother’s own fate if he ended up marrying the often clumsy Victoria. “It’s like they’re copying Ben’s life you know. He seems to like butts too.” She did love you, but she also really enjoyed the idea of you getting obliviously squished by the people closest to you, just as long as you still managed to make it back home when all was said and done.
Your mother was in hysterics as well, made all the worse by her oldest child’s comment. She knew these thoughts were wrong, but it really was hilarious how often Ben got stuck to women’s butts, not to mention feet, breasts and any number of other body parts. She’d fret terribly while you were gone, constantly worried that she’d never see you again, but with hindsight she couldn’t help but see the funny side of your numerous misadventures. Like that time your primary school principal had mistaken you for her personal stress toy, or the weeks you’d spent ironed to Sarah’s sports bra. And of course, there were always those times he got stuck to her sister. “Yeah, especially Betty’s ass. That thing is like a magnet, drawing him in over and over again.” It was incredible really, just how often her son was crushed beneath that jiggling booty. “Remember that trip to France? I’m pretty sure he spent more time under your butt than he did seeing the sights.”
“Stop. Stop it. Please.” Betty was nearly doubled over now, her laughter was so great. There was no stopping the jiggling of her ass, the meaty cheeks bouncing all over the place as she shook with unconstrained mirth. Just thinking of all the times she’d obliviously crushed you was enough to bring tears to her eyes, unaware that she was experiencing one of those scenarios right now, the sauna of sweat and stale farts between her buttocks squelching around the smear that was your body. “It was an accident. It was just like every time I sat down he was there. God he felt so good back there.” She said the last part quietly, blushing and hoping her sister didn’t hear, though the smirk she received from her niece told her that at least one of the other women had heard her quiet admission.
As your relatives struggled to contain their laughter, the moment was interrupted as Betty…
Mary and her sister, together with Sarah, had been planning this for a week. The movie they were seeing was rated NC-17 so Brittany had been brought over to stay with Claire while the older girls went out. Kim was technically old enough to come, but it wasn’t the kind of movie you took your exchange student to see. So instead, while your bodacious aunt bounced down the steps and battered you once again within the already far too warm embrace of her sweaty cheeks, your mother simply called out to Claire and, to her mind, yourself with a simple request to take care. Any response that your younger sister may have given was cut off as the front door slammed shut.
Oblivious to your torment, Betty hopped into the passenger seat, shooting a quick smile at Sarah in the back as she happily ground her ass against the cushioned surface, once again enjoying the feeling of that pleasurable little itch deep between her cheeks. You of course took far less pleasure from her actions, your already thoroughly smeared body squished all the more as you were crushed between her mountainous buttocks. It only became worse as your mother hopped in and started the car, the rumbling vibrations ensuring Betty’s rear was in constant motion even if she herself was still.
Finally looking up from her phone, Sarah leant forward to talk to her older relatives. “I was just reading some reviews. Seems like things get a bit steamy.” She laughed at the thought, considering just what kind of movie they were going to see. “Let’s just remember not to tell Ben.”
The comment produced a laugh from both women, Betty literally bouncing in her seat as she thought about just what kind of movie they were going to see. The Oblivious Life of Tiny Tim. The story of a man reduced to one inch in height by a lab accident and forced to survive in an oblivious world. The similarities to yourself were obvious, which was why the three hadn’t shared with you the content of the movie they were going to see, not wanting you to think they were getting ideas. Well that had been your mother and aunt’s justification, Sarah just wanted things to be a surprise.
Smashed and smeared within Betty’s booty you could hear only some of the conversation going on above, but what little you could hear made you concerned as to just what these three were thinking, joking back and forth about your endlessly bad luck when it came to being crushed. You continued to stew over this turn of events even as your aunt exited the car and headed into the cinemas, her long strides shifting your tortured body up and down her crack as her buttocks rolled across you.
Grabbing a large drink and tub of popcorn, Betty remained blissfully oblivious to your fate as she squeezed herself into one of the cinema’s narrow seats, barely fitting her substantial backside between the armrests, and cramming it between the overflowing posteriors of her sister and niece. If you thought the pressure before was terrible than you weren’t sure how to even describe this. With the seat behind, her body above, and your mother and sister to either side, there was nowhere for Betty’s ass to go, its contents squished inwards as her cheeks did their level best to crush you into nothing. And that wasn’t even considering the quickly rising heat as your aunt began to sweat.
What was torment to you was only mild discomfort to your aunt, necessitating just a few shifts as she continued to enjoy her little itch while focusing most of her attention on the movie. She could feel the sweat building between her cheeks but figured her pants would soak it up before it became an issue, and even added to it with a few more silent farts as she munched down on her popcorn. Soon enough she’d forgotten all about the persistent itch, the shaking of her booty now fuelled entirely by laughter as she watched the titular Tim being crushed over and over again by the oblivious woman who were making his life hell. Just like her own little nephew.
A scene half-way in as Tim found himself trapped within the butt of his unaware wife had all three girls bursting into hysterics, drawing confused gazes in their direction as they tried unsuccessfully to muffle their mirth. Sarah in particular found the idea utterly hilarious, wondering if this was a premonition of her little brother’s own fate if he ended up marrying the often clumsy Victoria. “It’s like they’re copying Ben’s life you know. He seems to like butts too.” She did love you, but she also really enjoyed the idea of you getting obliviously squished by the people closest to you, just as long as you still managed to make it back home when all was said and done.
Your mother was in hysterics as well, made all the worse by her oldest child’s comment. She knew these thoughts were wrong, but it really was hilarious how often Ben got stuck to women’s butts, not to mention feet, breasts and any number of other body parts. She’d fret terribly while you were gone, constantly worried that she’d never see you again, but with hindsight she couldn’t help but see the funny side of your numerous misadventures. Like that time your primary school principal had mistaken you for her personal stress toy, or the weeks you’d spent ironed to Sarah’s sports bra. And of course, there were always those times he got stuck to her sister. “Yeah, especially Betty’s ass. That thing is like a magnet, drawing him in over and over again.” It was incredible really, just how often her son was crushed beneath that jiggling booty. “Remember that trip to France? I’m pretty sure he spent more time under your butt than he did seeing the sights.”
“Stop. Stop it. Please.” Betty was nearly doubled over now, her laughter was so great. There was no stopping the jiggling of her ass, the meaty cheeks bouncing all over the place as she shook with unconstrained mirth. Just thinking of all the times she’d obliviously crushed you was enough to bring tears to her eyes, unaware that she was experiencing one of those scenarios right now, the sauna of sweat and stale farts between her buttocks squelching around the smear that was your body. “It was an accident. It was just like every time I sat down he was there. God he felt so good back there.” She said the last part quietly, blushing and hoping her sister didn’t hear, though the smirk she received from her niece told her that at least one of the other women had heard her quiet admission.
As your relatives struggled to contain their laughter, the moment was interrupted as Betty…
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April 23, 2025
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