Full Booty Massage
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 16
by
Bobob1
As much pleasure as she got from watching Betty’s ass shift around you, Sarah just couldn’t resist taking an active part in your torment. As soon as she entered the room she went straight to the manager and enquired as to whether there were any add-ons to the treatment she could treat her hardworking aunt to. The conversation took place completely outside of your range of hearing, but you were inevitably going to experience its effects first hand as your sister purchased a number of add-ons that were all squarely aimed at making sure you had the ‘fullest’ experience possible.
Sure, the cost of adding hot rocks to relieve tension (and facilitate copious booty sweat), the deluxe (extra thick and hot) massage oil, and a deep gluteus-focused massage wasn’t cheap, but to Sarah it was money well spent, and she didn’t even try to mask her smirk as she received Betty’s thanks. You heard none of this of course, but the excited quivering of your aunt’s booty filled you with dread all the same, your instincts telling you that nothing good could possibly come of this.
As Betty’s movements finally stilled somewhat, the masseuse started by placing the heated rocks along the line of her spine, with a couple more placed on her lower back for good measure, then moved to massage her upper body and legs. The initial effect of this was that you were momentarily given some peace as your aunt focused on the pleasurable sensation in her upper body. Soon enough however, the rising heat on her back saw a sympathetic outpouring of sweat from her ass, even as the overflowing sweat from her back began to pour in from above, turning your prison into a rank and sticky swamp that blurred your vision with tears as the vile mixture seeped into your body. This was far from your first experience with Betty’s sweaty behind, but you weren’t sure you’d ever experienced it quite like this before, even if she had exercised with you inside of it.
Struggling to draw even a single breath without feeling the overwhelming urge to retch, you tried desperately to at least turn your head to the side enough that you would no longer be forced to lick the cheek before you every time you opened your mouth. Unable to tell up from down through the fog on your senses, you succeeded only in turning yourself slightly more towards the inner depths of Betty’s booty just in time to catch a warm breeze to the face as your aunt released another SBD.
Retching as the blast was forced straight down your tiny throat, you had no warning as the walls around you suddenly constricted, cramming you and the lingering scent of the fart between the moist cheeks as high above the masseuse had finally moved on to the main part of Betty’s massage.
Squeezing the brunette’s ass a few times to gauge what she was dealing with, the younger woman quickly grabbed the massage oil and poured a liberal quantity all over her latest target, heedless of what she was doing to you as the warm liquid poured down into the crack, mixing with your aunt’s sweat and burying you within its sticky confines. The oil didn’t even have the chance to settle before the masseuse began rhythmically forcing the cheeks together over and over again as she started to work Betty’s massive rear, swinging herself up onto the table and placing a leg on either side of your aunt as she put all of her strength into servicing her client’s booty, heedless of the torture she was inflicting on the woman’s tiny nephew as she kneaded him between the now gooey orbs.
You could barely even manage to groan in pain as your body was smashed worse and worse between Betty’s powerful buttocks, her own muscles beginning to clench in time with the masseuse’s ministrations to ensure that you were subjected to the maximum force possible. Above, your aunt was now openly moaning in pleasure at the sensation of your torment, while your mother laughed softly and your sister smirked evilly at the display. The oil and the sweat was everywhere now, covering you and everything else as it all mixed together into a solid mass of nauseating movement, added to periodically by the quiet farts that continued to slip from Betty’s behind.
This torment continued for a good twenty minutes as the masseuse ensured Betty really got her money’s worth, or more accurately Sarah’s money’s worth, for her special treatment. As the minutes dragged on you felt like you were starting to melt away under the unrelenting heat, and it became increasingly difficult to tell where you ended and the oil began, or even more worryingly where the divide was between your skin and your aunt’s. Your features were so smeared that you could barely make sense of your surroundings any more, and any identifying details were all but gone.
With the service reaching its end the dedicated masseuse put in one last burst of effort, leaning all of her weight into Betty’s rear as she worked the muscles deep beneath the skin. Unknowingly, she smeared you worse than ever as she relentlessly ground you between the unrelenting buttocks, and buried you beneath a veritable ocean of oil, sweat and the stale scent of your aunt’s gas.
Finally satisfied, the masseuse declared that she had finished and carefully dismounted your now blissfully dozing aunt, shooting the brunette a small smile as she grabbed a nearby cloth and quickly wiped off the excess oil from her moist skin. Noting the sheer quantity of oil that had slipped between the cheeks, she quickly ran the cloth between them as well, scooping up a descent percentage of the gunk while pushing more of it out onto the bed and the floor below. Quickly rubbing the cloth between her hands she noted that some of the oil had soaked into its surface, but merely shrugged before slinging it over a nearby rack, ready for the next customer.
While the masseuse put away her supplies your mother and Sarah, who had finished earlier, headed over to rouse Betty, trampling over some of the excess oil as they shook the other woman awake.
Sure, the cost of adding hot rocks to relieve tension (and facilitate copious booty sweat), the deluxe (extra thick and hot) massage oil, and a deep gluteus-focused massage wasn’t cheap, but to Sarah it was money well spent, and she didn’t even try to mask her smirk as she received Betty’s thanks. You heard none of this of course, but the excited quivering of your aunt’s booty filled you with dread all the same, your instincts telling you that nothing good could possibly come of this.
As Betty’s movements finally stilled somewhat, the masseuse started by placing the heated rocks along the line of her spine, with a couple more placed on her lower back for good measure, then moved to massage her upper body and legs. The initial effect of this was that you were momentarily given some peace as your aunt focused on the pleasurable sensation in her upper body. Soon enough however, the rising heat on her back saw a sympathetic outpouring of sweat from her ass, even as the overflowing sweat from her back began to pour in from above, turning your prison into a rank and sticky swamp that blurred your vision with tears as the vile mixture seeped into your body. This was far from your first experience with Betty’s sweaty behind, but you weren’t sure you’d ever experienced it quite like this before, even if she had exercised with you inside of it.
Struggling to draw even a single breath without feeling the overwhelming urge to retch, you tried desperately to at least turn your head to the side enough that you would no longer be forced to lick the cheek before you every time you opened your mouth. Unable to tell up from down through the fog on your senses, you succeeded only in turning yourself slightly more towards the inner depths of Betty’s booty just in time to catch a warm breeze to the face as your aunt released another SBD.
Retching as the blast was forced straight down your tiny throat, you had no warning as the walls around you suddenly constricted, cramming you and the lingering scent of the fart between the moist cheeks as high above the masseuse had finally moved on to the main part of Betty’s massage.
Squeezing the brunette’s ass a few times to gauge what she was dealing with, the younger woman quickly grabbed the massage oil and poured a liberal quantity all over her latest target, heedless of what she was doing to you as the warm liquid poured down into the crack, mixing with your aunt’s sweat and burying you within its sticky confines. The oil didn’t even have the chance to settle before the masseuse began rhythmically forcing the cheeks together over and over again as she started to work Betty’s massive rear, swinging herself up onto the table and placing a leg on either side of your aunt as she put all of her strength into servicing her client’s booty, heedless of the torture she was inflicting on the woman’s tiny nephew as she kneaded him between the now gooey orbs.
You could barely even manage to groan in pain as your body was smashed worse and worse between Betty’s powerful buttocks, her own muscles beginning to clench in time with the masseuse’s ministrations to ensure that you were subjected to the maximum force possible. Above, your aunt was now openly moaning in pleasure at the sensation of your torment, while your mother laughed softly and your sister smirked evilly at the display. The oil and the sweat was everywhere now, covering you and everything else as it all mixed together into a solid mass of nauseating movement, added to periodically by the quiet farts that continued to slip from Betty’s behind.
This torment continued for a good twenty minutes as the masseuse ensured Betty really got her money’s worth, or more accurately Sarah’s money’s worth, for her special treatment. As the minutes dragged on you felt like you were starting to melt away under the unrelenting heat, and it became increasingly difficult to tell where you ended and the oil began, or even more worryingly where the divide was between your skin and your aunt’s. Your features were so smeared that you could barely make sense of your surroundings any more, and any identifying details were all but gone.
With the service reaching its end the dedicated masseuse put in one last burst of effort, leaning all of her weight into Betty’s rear as she worked the muscles deep beneath the skin. Unknowingly, she smeared you worse than ever as she relentlessly ground you between the unrelenting buttocks, and buried you beneath a veritable ocean of oil, sweat and the stale scent of your aunt’s gas.
Finally satisfied, the masseuse declared that she had finished and carefully dismounted your now blissfully dozing aunt, shooting the brunette a small smile as she grabbed a nearby cloth and quickly wiped off the excess oil from her moist skin. Noting the sheer quantity of oil that had slipped between the cheeks, she quickly ran the cloth between them as well, scooping up a descent percentage of the gunk while pushing more of it out onto the bed and the floor below. Quickly rubbing the cloth between her hands she noted that some of the oil had soaked into its surface, but merely shrugged before slinging it over a nearby rack, ready for the next customer.
While the masseuse put away her supplies your mother and Sarah, who had finished earlier, headed over to rouse Betty, trampling over some of the excess oil as they shook the other woman awake.
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April 23, 2025
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