Spotted by Sarah
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 15
by
Bobob1
As Sarah reached around to unclip her bra she caught something out of the corner of her eye, and turned to see her aunt’s swaying ass on full display as the older woman gathered the clothes at her feet. Rolling her eyes at the not uncommon sight, the black-haired girl went to turn away when her eyes suddenly locked onto a familiar smear spread across Betty’s inner buttocks. And it took less than a second for her well-trained gaze to identify that smear as her own little brother.
Seeing your sister’s thoughtful expression, you tried unsuccessfully to wriggle your flattened body, blinking furiously in an attempt to advise her of your location. You were well aware that Sarah was not your most likely rescuer these days, but you hoped that she wouldn’t be so cruel as to leave you stuck after hours of being subjected to Betty’s sweaty, flatulent rear. For a moment you though she was going to save her, her foot lifting to carry her to your rescue, but then the cheeks were closing in again and you could nothing but release another silent scream as you were smashed once more.
Sarah’s first instinct had, in fact, been to alert the brunette to your presence, and she had indeed taken a single step forward to carry out that aim. But then, in the next instant, Betty had stood back up and her cheeks had once again squeezed you in a vice as she stretched her arms high above her head, groaning in satisfaction as she released the tension in her back. The experience was hell for you, the suddenly rock-hard buttocks pressing together with a truly ungodly amount of force as you were crushed face-first against the opposing cheek. While you suffered, however, your sister felt an involuntary shudder run down her spine, licking her lips as she watches her aunt’s booty shift.
Sure, she could save you, and in the long run she would. Or at least that’s what she told herself to ease the quiet voice of her conscious. But right now, there was no need to be hasty. Betty had made it very clear already how much she enjoyed the feeling of having you buried in her ass, spoiled only by the guilt of doing such horrible things to her own precious nephew. So why should Sarah ruin her curvaceous aunt’s fun when she had the chance to experience the pleasure of your presence in her substantial booty without the accompanying guilt. For now she’d just watch and wait. And if she had a little fun of her own while watching, than it was only her fair compensation for helping Betty relax.
You of course knew none of this, though really you were unsurprised that Sarah was leaving you to rot. It would be wrong to say the two of you hated each other, you could get along well most of the time, but whereas your sister had once been very protective of her little brother when the two of you were young her teenage years had brought about a distressing change. You still remembered vividly that time you’d gotten stuck in the cup of your mother’s black bra and Sarah had discovered you in the wash, only to smirk and cover you up with marker, blending you in perfectly. Or the time Claire had asked her to check if you were on the bottom of her dirty feet as she went for a run, and you knew she had seen you before giving your little sister the okay to make your life hell.
As high above Betty began to move once again, her butt cheeks sliding back and forth as they smeared you all over the place, you wondered if Sarah would have left you like this if it was a total stranger who had sucked you into their rear, if she’d be just as cruel no matter who it was. If she would prioritise her own pleasure over your safety only when she was sure she could get you back, or if she’d take the risk of losing you forever just to satisfy herself. As another blast of flatulence struck you in the face, you felt that you really didn’t want to know the answer to that question.
Still blissfully unaware of your presence, Betty chuckled as the towel she had tied around her body fluttered visibly in her own personal wind, shivering in open pleasure as her cheeks rippled. As soon as the breeze died down she took a moment to shift her buttocks side to side, thoroughly enjoying the pleasurable sensation as her cheeks slid effortlessly against one another, oblivious to the special, and very much alive, lubricant that was making such a feat possible. Releasing a couple more toots for good measure, she turned to smile at her sister and niece, receiving an exasperated eye roll in response from the former, while the latter shot her a small smirk and an oddly knowing look.
“Well, should we go then?” Receiving nods in response, Betty spun on the spot and strode towards the main massage room, rolling her ass side to side with more force than was necessary, partially just to annoy her sister, and partially because she was still savoring that pleasurable little itch. For you each stride crushed you painfully against one cheek, only for the next to crush you just as badly against the other in a seemingly endless cycle of pain. It seemed like it took forever to reach the massage room, but in reality it took less than a minute for your aunt to cross that distance and briefly speak to the masseuse before lying down to reach her treatment.
Seeing your sister’s thoughtful expression, you tried unsuccessfully to wriggle your flattened body, blinking furiously in an attempt to advise her of your location. You were well aware that Sarah was not your most likely rescuer these days, but you hoped that she wouldn’t be so cruel as to leave you stuck after hours of being subjected to Betty’s sweaty, flatulent rear. For a moment you though she was going to save her, her foot lifting to carry her to your rescue, but then the cheeks were closing in again and you could nothing but release another silent scream as you were smashed once more.
Sarah’s first instinct had, in fact, been to alert the brunette to your presence, and she had indeed taken a single step forward to carry out that aim. But then, in the next instant, Betty had stood back up and her cheeks had once again squeezed you in a vice as she stretched her arms high above her head, groaning in satisfaction as she released the tension in her back. The experience was hell for you, the suddenly rock-hard buttocks pressing together with a truly ungodly amount of force as you were crushed face-first against the opposing cheek. While you suffered, however, your sister felt an involuntary shudder run down her spine, licking her lips as she watches her aunt’s booty shift.
Sure, she could save you, and in the long run she would. Or at least that’s what she told herself to ease the quiet voice of her conscious. But right now, there was no need to be hasty. Betty had made it very clear already how much she enjoyed the feeling of having you buried in her ass, spoiled only by the guilt of doing such horrible things to her own precious nephew. So why should Sarah ruin her curvaceous aunt’s fun when she had the chance to experience the pleasure of your presence in her substantial booty without the accompanying guilt. For now she’d just watch and wait. And if she had a little fun of her own while watching, than it was only her fair compensation for helping Betty relax.
You of course knew none of this, though really you were unsurprised that Sarah was leaving you to rot. It would be wrong to say the two of you hated each other, you could get along well most of the time, but whereas your sister had once been very protective of her little brother when the two of you were young her teenage years had brought about a distressing change. You still remembered vividly that time you’d gotten stuck in the cup of your mother’s black bra and Sarah had discovered you in the wash, only to smirk and cover you up with marker, blending you in perfectly. Or the time Claire had asked her to check if you were on the bottom of her dirty feet as she went for a run, and you knew she had seen you before giving your little sister the okay to make your life hell.
As high above Betty began to move once again, her butt cheeks sliding back and forth as they smeared you all over the place, you wondered if Sarah would have left you like this if it was a total stranger who had sucked you into their rear, if she’d be just as cruel no matter who it was. If she would prioritise her own pleasure over your safety only when she was sure she could get you back, or if she’d take the risk of losing you forever just to satisfy herself. As another blast of flatulence struck you in the face, you felt that you really didn’t want to know the answer to that question.
Still blissfully unaware of your presence, Betty chuckled as the towel she had tied around her body fluttered visibly in her own personal wind, shivering in open pleasure as her cheeks rippled. As soon as the breeze died down she took a moment to shift her buttocks side to side, thoroughly enjoying the pleasurable sensation as her cheeks slid effortlessly against one another, oblivious to the special, and very much alive, lubricant that was making such a feat possible. Releasing a couple more toots for good measure, she turned to smile at her sister and niece, receiving an exasperated eye roll in response from the former, while the latter shot her a small smirk and an oddly knowing look.
“Well, should we go then?” Receiving nods in response, Betty spun on the spot and strode towards the main massage room, rolling her ass side to side with more force than was necessary, partially just to annoy her sister, and partially because she was still savoring that pleasurable little itch. For you each stride crushed you painfully against one cheek, only for the next to crush you just as badly against the other in a seemingly endless cycle of pain. It seemed like it took forever to reach the massage room, but in reality it took less than a minute for your aunt to cross that distance and briefly speak to the masseuse before lying down to reach her treatment.
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April 23, 2025
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