Sheila's huge ass was by itself quite the formidable challenge for anyone intending to massage it, but it felt even harsher on the poor petite masseuse she got for the night. Just like she had done before, she kneaded the large meaty globe, but now focusing more on its inner side, and unfortunately for you, you were forced to basically hitch a ride on her index fingertip. You were rubbed and pressed into the inner side of one of Sheila's cheeks, though even this, as annoying as it was, was still not on the same level as being trapped in her crack, so all you could do was endure and wait for her to be done so you can finally be spared from her ass, at least until she has to leave because you knew she'd likely put you back in for the final ride home.
The masseuse even used her fists and knuckles to add more force, to really press the overly squishy flesh she was kneading, making sure to get every last drop of bodily fluid moving and to relieve any and all nerves, that at least to her knowledge, should have been badly pressed by the excessive mass that surrounded them. Sheila laughed quietly, enjoying the pampering, unaware that this ordeal had become eve harsher to you, as the masseuse's fingertip still had a little bit of softness, but her fist and knuckle felt like mountains made entirely of hard rock. You remembered hearing that bakers that kneaded bread manually, boxers and martial artists all got particular toughened knuckles and bones in their hands as a result to the repeated stress they were subjected to, and you had no doubts even this lady had already built up some of that into her own hands.
Once again, all notion of time escaped you, and you only really noticed time had passed was when the masseuse shifted to massaging Sheila's other planetary cheek, using the exact same technique, indirectly using you to push and knead her squishy soft flesh, followed by her fist and knuckles to really reach deep tissue and relieve it of any tension it may have had, in addition to improve blood circulation. However, she was quick to realize that either Sheila was a really regular client, was genetically blessed, or both.
She found it a bit odd to request such a specialized massage for her butt, even more so because that massage was designed for people with lots of tensed up nerves, or who had noticeable tissue lumps in their butts that they wanted to break down without surgery, but Sheila's butt, as huge as it was, to the point it seemed to defy even gravity, it was completely round and smooth, without a single sign of bad circulation, or any issues for that matter. She was marveled how something so large could stay functioning so flawlessly, and her first guess was that it really was high maintenance and regular procedures like this kept it in its good shape. As to why she involved her supposed nephew, she guessed he was likely forced into this somehow, but it wasn't her call to make, though she did feel bad for making him get pressed into all that booty flesh.
An entire hour went into massaging both of the inner sides of Sheila's humongous cheeks, and towards the end of it, the masseuse's hands had gotten numb, and felt as if they were 'falling asleep', with that annoying feeling as if countless ants crawled on them, but on the inside. Despite this, she knew she was on the last stretch and needed to power through this for the whole ordeal to finally be over. Upon Sheila's own request, she pushed and massaged as deep as she could reach, but not without cringing a little on the inside, as her hands disappeared in her not-so-surprisingly huge crack. She could hear moan quietly in pleasure, which made her shudder. Before she lost all feeling in her hands, she decided to call it and began withdrawing her hands, but then, the pressure on them suddenly increased as Sheila clenched her giant cheeks, trapping them in place.
"M-Miss...?" She already panicked, she was too weak to pull her own arms out, and really hoped this wouldn't become a scene.
"Oh, sorry. That felt so good, I think it was by reflex" Sheila giggled and the pressure eased a little, not completely, but just enough for her to pull her forearms out of her crack. The first thought in her mind was to discard her gloves, but she stopped, remembering the tiny guy she had picked up on her finger, and much to her confusion, he wasn't there anymore. Panicking, she checked her other fingers and her other hand, but there was no sign of him.
'If he's not here, then the only place he can be is...' She thought as she looked again at Sheila's monster rear. Her wide hips wiggled a little, feeling pleased with the excellent massage it had just received. Her eyes widened, and shuddered, feeling now really bad for you.
"Miss? Uh... I think your nephew... he... he's trapped in... your butt..." She said rather shyly, but she was determined to let her know, feeling she owed you at least this much.
"Hmm? Oh, I know" Sheila giggled, shaking her hips some more. Her lack of worry only unnerved the masseuse even more, but also confused her.
"You know?"
"Yeah. Can't mistake feeling his little body" Sheila laughed "It's okay though. Don't worry about it..."
Before the masseuse could insist, Sheila spoke again.
"I want to thank you for being so thorough with your massage, it was really good. Just as good as the ones I got from Maddie" She said, making her blush a little.
"We can take it from here... We have an hour left, don't we? You can go rest" She said "In fact, you just earned yourself a very generous tip, so you could buy yourself something nice" she added
"T-Thank you!" The masseuse got a little flustered at the praise, and at how nice Sheila seemed to be about the whole thing. She was also secretly relieved, not having to do any more heavy physical work after all that.
"Thank you for choosing our services! Have a great evening!" She bowed
"You're welcome. And I know I will..." Sheila winked at her, and the masseuse left, trying to hide that she was eager to. She felt so tired and drained all she wanted right now was to sit down and breathe, so she did exactly that on the bench outside that room.
Once the door closed, Sheila clenched her butt a few more times, feeling the extremely tiny guy who got trapped real deep in between her hyper-massive cheeks.
"You did an excellent job too, sweetie. The massage was lovely" She giggled, feeling how your little body was engulfed by her soft but undoubtedly heavy bulk. However, her innocent hip shaking to you was like a world-wide earthquake, though at least you were surrounded by what felt like warm marshmallows instead of the hard concrete of a city. Still, you were panicking hard, since you were pushed way deep into her crack.
"You know... now that you're really deep in there, would you be up for a real deep massage?" Sheila playfully asked, wiggling her hips again.
"You're earning an unbelievable amount of brownie points with your dear Auntie, and believe me, those WILL pay off" She chuckled.
You couldn't believe she was really asking for this, even after all those actual massages she got, and she still wanted to get one from you? But at your size, it would take ages just to do a single square inch of her ridiculously immense ass, and she had lots upon lots of surface area on it. But you knew she wanted you to try regardless, so you sighed and began trying to push some of the gelatinous flesh that encased you. Everything around you quivered, and the faint moan you heard suggested she felt it, so you decided to keep on, using the motions you had learned for kneading pizza dough, a skill you had learned for yourself, though one both Lillian and Sheila were particularly fond of, though not for its intended usage.
A couple of minutes passed, with you giving it your best at trying to push and knead the excessively squishy mass around you, when you suddenly heard a deep rumbling, and it was much louder than the ones you heard before. You felt like your soul and your skeleton wanted to leap right out of your body and run away, but couldn't.
"Come on! I'm doing what you asked!" You complained as your efforts became more frantic and desperate, hearing ominous groans that resembled those of the creaking hull of a massive ship at sea, but thousands of times louder. Your surroundings began to wobble just from the sheer intensity of the rumbling's vibrations, and you knew you were beyond doomed.
Sheila's gigantic ass suddenly exploded with a monstrous room-shaking typhoon of a fart, so loud and powerful everything in the room shook, and a few things even fell off their shelves. Outside, the tired masseuse jumped as her own heart skipped a beat, hearing the insanely loud roar and even feeling it, as the floor beneath her feet shook a little. She wasn't expecting that at all, and couldn't help but cringe harder on your behalf, as she remembered where you had been left, and it didn't seem like Sheila had been in any rush to take you out.
'Wow, poor guy' She thought with a sympathetic shudder.
Just when you thought Sheila's gas couldn't get any worse than what you experienced in the morning, this fart of hers was like a volcanic explosion, augmented millions of times over, a titanic torrent of furious hot winds hit you from below with unfathomable force, yet, the sheer weight of the 'walls' that contained you held you in place, and you could very much feel as if you were caught in the clash between an unstoppable force and an unmovable object. How you didn't instantly go deaf from the absurdly loud noise was a true mystery. Proving that your hearing still worked, you heard Sheila's muffled giggling...
The masseuse even used her fists and knuckles to add more force, to really press the overly squishy flesh she was kneading, making sure to get every last drop of bodily fluid moving and to relieve any and all nerves, that at least to her knowledge, should have been badly pressed by the excessive mass that surrounded them. Sheila laughed quietly, enjoying the pampering, unaware that this ordeal had become eve harsher to you, as the masseuse's fingertip still had a little bit of softness, but her fist and knuckle felt like mountains made entirely of hard rock. You remembered hearing that bakers that kneaded bread manually, boxers and martial artists all got particular toughened knuckles and bones in their hands as a result to the repeated stress they were subjected to, and you had no doubts even this lady had already built up some of that into her own hands.
Once again, all notion of time escaped you, and you only really noticed time had passed was when the masseuse shifted to massaging Sheila's other planetary cheek, using the exact same technique, indirectly using you to push and knead her squishy soft flesh, followed by her fist and knuckles to really reach deep tissue and relieve it of any tension it may have had, in addition to improve blood circulation. However, she was quick to realize that either Sheila was a really regular client, was genetically blessed, or both.
She found it a bit odd to request such a specialized massage for her butt, even more so because that massage was designed for people with lots of tensed up nerves, or who had noticeable tissue lumps in their butts that they wanted to break down without surgery, but Sheila's butt, as huge as it was, to the point it seemed to defy even gravity, it was completely round and smooth, without a single sign of bad circulation, or any issues for that matter. She was marveled how something so large could stay functioning so flawlessly, and her first guess was that it really was high maintenance and regular procedures like this kept it in its good shape. As to why she involved her supposed nephew, she guessed he was likely forced into this somehow, but it wasn't her call to make, though she did feel bad for making him get pressed into all that booty flesh.
An entire hour went into massaging both of the inner sides of Sheila's humongous cheeks, and towards the end of it, the masseuse's hands had gotten numb, and felt as if they were 'falling asleep', with that annoying feeling as if countless ants crawled on them, but on the inside. Despite this, she knew she was on the last stretch and needed to power through this for the whole ordeal to finally be over. Upon Sheila's own request, she pushed and massaged as deep as she could reach, but not without cringing a little on the inside, as her hands disappeared in her not-so-surprisingly huge crack. She could hear moan quietly in pleasure, which made her shudder. Before she lost all feeling in her hands, she decided to call it and began withdrawing her hands, but then, the pressure on them suddenly increased as Sheila clenched her giant cheeks, trapping them in place.
"M-Miss...?" She already panicked, she was too weak to pull her own arms out, and really hoped this wouldn't become a scene.
"Oh, sorry. That felt so good, I think it was by reflex" Sheila giggled and the pressure eased a little, not completely, but just enough for her to pull her forearms out of her crack. The first thought in her mind was to discard her gloves, but she stopped, remembering the tiny guy she had picked up on her finger, and much to her confusion, he wasn't there anymore. Panicking, she checked her other fingers and her other hand, but there was no sign of him.
'If he's not here, then the only place he can be is...' She thought as she looked again at Sheila's monster rear. Her wide hips wiggled a little, feeling pleased with the excellent massage it had just received. Her eyes widened, and shuddered, feeling now really bad for you.
"Miss? Uh... I think your nephew... he... he's trapped in... your butt..." She said rather shyly, but she was determined to let her know, feeling she owed you at least this much.
"Hmm? Oh, I know" Sheila giggled, shaking her hips some more. Her lack of worry only unnerved the masseuse even more, but also confused her.
"You know?"
"Yeah. Can't mistake feeling his little body" Sheila laughed "It's okay though. Don't worry about it..."
Before the masseuse could insist, Sheila spoke again.
"I want to thank you for being so thorough with your massage, it was really good. Just as good as the ones I got from Maddie" She said, making her blush a little.
"We can take it from here... We have an hour left, don't we? You can go rest" She said "In fact, you just earned yourself a very generous tip, so you could buy yourself something nice" she added
"T-Thank you!" The masseuse got a little flustered at the praise, and at how nice Sheila seemed to be about the whole thing. She was also secretly relieved, not having to do any more heavy physical work after all that.
"Thank you for choosing our services! Have a great evening!" She bowed
"You're welcome. And I know I will..." Sheila winked at her, and the masseuse left, trying to hide that she was eager to. She felt so tired and drained all she wanted right now was to sit down and breathe, so she did exactly that on the bench outside that room.
Once the door closed, Sheila clenched her butt a few more times, feeling the extremely tiny guy who got trapped real deep in between her hyper-massive cheeks.
"You did an excellent job too, sweetie. The massage was lovely" She giggled, feeling how your little body was engulfed by her soft but undoubtedly heavy bulk. However, her innocent hip shaking to you was like a world-wide earthquake, though at least you were surrounded by what felt like warm marshmallows instead of the hard concrete of a city. Still, you were panicking hard, since you were pushed way deep into her crack.
"You know... now that you're really deep in there, would you be up for a real deep massage?" Sheila playfully asked, wiggling her hips again.
"You're earning an unbelievable amount of brownie points with your dear Auntie, and believe me, those WILL pay off" She chuckled.
You couldn't believe she was really asking for this, even after all those actual massages she got, and she still wanted to get one from you? But at your size, it would take ages just to do a single square inch of her ridiculously immense ass, and she had lots upon lots of surface area on it. But you knew she wanted you to try regardless, so you sighed and began trying to push some of the gelatinous flesh that encased you. Everything around you quivered, and the faint moan you heard suggested she felt it, so you decided to keep on, using the motions you had learned for kneading pizza dough, a skill you had learned for yourself, though one both Lillian and Sheila were particularly fond of, though not for its intended usage.
A couple of minutes passed, with you giving it your best at trying to push and knead the excessively squishy mass around you, when you suddenly heard a deep rumbling, and it was much louder than the ones you heard before. You felt like your soul and your skeleton wanted to leap right out of your body and run away, but couldn't.
"Come on! I'm doing what you asked!" You complained as your efforts became more frantic and desperate, hearing ominous groans that resembled those of the creaking hull of a massive ship at sea, but thousands of times louder. Your surroundings began to wobble just from the sheer intensity of the rumbling's vibrations, and you knew you were beyond doomed.
Sheila's gigantic ass suddenly exploded with a monstrous room-shaking typhoon of a fart, so loud and powerful everything in the room shook, and a few things even fell off their shelves. Outside, the tired masseuse jumped as her own heart skipped a beat, hearing the insanely loud roar and even feeling it, as the floor beneath her feet shook a little. She wasn't expecting that at all, and couldn't help but cringe harder on your behalf, as she remembered where you had been left, and it didn't seem like Sheila had been in any rush to take you out.
'Wow, poor guy' She thought with a sympathetic shudder.
Just when you thought Sheila's gas couldn't get any worse than what you experienced in the morning, this fart of hers was like a volcanic explosion, augmented millions of times over, a titanic torrent of furious hot winds hit you from below with unfathomable force, yet, the sheer weight of the 'walls' that contained you held you in place, and you could very much feel as if you were caught in the clash between an unstoppable force and an unmovable object. How you didn't instantly go deaf from the absurdly loud noise was a true mystery. Proving that your hearing still worked, you heard Sheila's muffled giggling...
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May 12, 2023
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