Changing Room Opportunity
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 14
by
Bobob1
Forcing down her laughter enough to speak, Betty smiled as Tim’s wife finally discovered her crushed husband, and the two reunited with a sweet kiss, remembering her own feelings of relief whenever she’d find you safe and sound after an extended absence, even if where she found you was far too often the abyss of her own buttocks. “Tell you what, let’s give Benny a little longer to enjoy having the three of us out of the house and go get a massage after this. My treat.” She smirked at Sarah as she finished, well aware of the girl’s penchant for causing you trouble.
Mary seemed somewhat confused as to why she had been included in that statement, forever oblivious to the damage that had been done to you by her own mishaps but was happy enough to accept the invitation. “That sounds great Betts. It’s been way too long since I’ve gotten the chance to just relax.” She chuckled as onscreen Tim was nearly swallowed by his overall enthusiastic partner, only to be spat across the room and straight onto a chair moments before his oblivious daughter claimed it for her own. “A day without having to worry about Ben would be welcome.” She had never once regretted having you, and loved you very much, but it was admittedly emotionally exhausting to spend so much of each day wondering where you had gone.
“Count me in.” Sarah smiled widely at her aunt, perfectly aware why she had been included. “Though there’s no need to worry so much about Ben, he’s tougher than he looks. Like that.” She drew her older relatives’ attentions back to the screen, where Tim’s daughter had joined his wife in searching for her tiny father, the camera zeroing in on her shifting ass as the unfortunate protagonist was drawn inexorably into the void between the teenager’s bulbous buttocks. “At the end of the movie Tim’s going to be fine, just like Ben always comes out on top in the end.”
If you’d been able to hear the conversation above, you would have stringently objected to your sister’s comment. Your return was never a sure thing, and you’d very much rather avoid getting crushed in the first place thank you very much. But like Tim you were buried far too deeply in your relative’s ass to do anything but hope for salvation, though you were significantly worse off than him since you were inside of Betty’s pants, and it was doubtful that the girl on screen was anywhere near as sweaty or flatulent as your aunt. And unlike you by the time the credits rolled Tim had been freed from the clutches of his relatives and friends, and was happily riding in her wife’s cleavage, whereas you remained trapped within Betty’s shifting cheeks as she peeled her sweaty ass from the seat.
As the three women walked towards the local massage parlour, the brunette’s cheeks slid together, further ironing your tortured body into her warm flesh. At this point you were so badly flattened you could barely even feel it, and you weren’t sure if you should be happy about that or terrified. On the one hand less pain was always good, but on the other less pain generally meant you were so badly crushed that there was just no friction anymore, and it had been awhile since you were crushed that badly. Previous occasions had seen you escape by chance only, and you were worried that this time you may not make it out, becoming little more than a tattoo for your aunt’s marvellous booty.
Happy to have the chance to do something nice for her sister’s family, Betty stepped into the parlour and paid for three full body massages, quickly moving to the changing rooms and stripping down. She had to struggle slightly to remove her sweat-soaked yoga pants, the copious fluids that had built up adhering the pants to her skin. Bouncing on her heels and shifting her cheeks side-to-side she gradually worked her way free from the tight clothing, heedless of the way the motion clapped her buttocks together and ensured that her nephew remained as flat as physically possible.
Once she finally managed to get them off her top soon followed and she bent down to scoop them up, her cheeks parting enough to temporarily expose you to the outside world. Light reached your eyes for the first time in what seemed like days, and you got the chance to see just how badly squashed your body had become, a thin smear of flesh spread out across the greasy surface of Betty’s ass that was so badly twisted even you couldn’t recognise it any more. Not wanting to look a moment longer, you shifted your gaze to the outside world, your blurry vision focusing on…
Mary seemed somewhat confused as to why she had been included in that statement, forever oblivious to the damage that had been done to you by her own mishaps but was happy enough to accept the invitation. “That sounds great Betts. It’s been way too long since I’ve gotten the chance to just relax.” She chuckled as onscreen Tim was nearly swallowed by his overall enthusiastic partner, only to be spat across the room and straight onto a chair moments before his oblivious daughter claimed it for her own. “A day without having to worry about Ben would be welcome.” She had never once regretted having you, and loved you very much, but it was admittedly emotionally exhausting to spend so much of each day wondering where you had gone.
“Count me in.” Sarah smiled widely at her aunt, perfectly aware why she had been included. “Though there’s no need to worry so much about Ben, he’s tougher than he looks. Like that.” She drew her older relatives’ attentions back to the screen, where Tim’s daughter had joined his wife in searching for her tiny father, the camera zeroing in on her shifting ass as the unfortunate protagonist was drawn inexorably into the void between the teenager’s bulbous buttocks. “At the end of the movie Tim’s going to be fine, just like Ben always comes out on top in the end.”
If you’d been able to hear the conversation above, you would have stringently objected to your sister’s comment. Your return was never a sure thing, and you’d very much rather avoid getting crushed in the first place thank you very much. But like Tim you were buried far too deeply in your relative’s ass to do anything but hope for salvation, though you were significantly worse off than him since you were inside of Betty’s pants, and it was doubtful that the girl on screen was anywhere near as sweaty or flatulent as your aunt. And unlike you by the time the credits rolled Tim had been freed from the clutches of his relatives and friends, and was happily riding in her wife’s cleavage, whereas you remained trapped within Betty’s shifting cheeks as she peeled her sweaty ass from the seat.
As the three women walked towards the local massage parlour, the brunette’s cheeks slid together, further ironing your tortured body into her warm flesh. At this point you were so badly flattened you could barely even feel it, and you weren’t sure if you should be happy about that or terrified. On the one hand less pain was always good, but on the other less pain generally meant you were so badly crushed that there was just no friction anymore, and it had been awhile since you were crushed that badly. Previous occasions had seen you escape by chance only, and you were worried that this time you may not make it out, becoming little more than a tattoo for your aunt’s marvellous booty.
Happy to have the chance to do something nice for her sister’s family, Betty stepped into the parlour and paid for three full body massages, quickly moving to the changing rooms and stripping down. She had to struggle slightly to remove her sweat-soaked yoga pants, the copious fluids that had built up adhering the pants to her skin. Bouncing on her heels and shifting her cheeks side-to-side she gradually worked her way free from the tight clothing, heedless of the way the motion clapped her buttocks together and ensured that her nephew remained as flat as physically possible.
Once she finally managed to get them off her top soon followed and she bent down to scoop them up, her cheeks parting enough to temporarily expose you to the outside world. Light reached your eyes for the first time in what seemed like days, and you got the chance to see just how badly squashed your body had become, a thin smear of flesh spread out across the greasy surface of Betty’s ass that was so badly twisted even you couldn’t recognise it any more. Not wanting to look a moment longer, you shifted your gaze to the outside world, your blurry vision focusing on…
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April 23, 2025
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