Dolores’ Living Butt Tattoo...
Giantess/Shrinking & Farts
Chapter 22
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allyboy1351997
As Dolores’ meteoric rear descended upon your puny form, from your perspective it was as if the sky was falling, if the sky had been made of rippling, caramel coloured flesh.
The peace that you felt that you had made with being buried under the lunch lady’s massive ass was instantly shattered when the gargantuan ass cheeks came closer. It was so massive that your brain could barely comprehend that it was about to land on you, the sight was terrifying.
You stood up and tried to run, even though you knew that there was no way you could make enough distance to get out from the rapidly growing shadow of the biggest ass that you had ever seen.
As you predicted, it was futile. It would be like trying to outrun the moon falling to earth if you were in the middle of where the crater would be. So you weren’t shocked when you felt the soft mass of butt meat press down on you and force you face down onto the hard surface of the countertop.
For a brief moment the softness bearing down on you was almost pleasant, despite the warmth and slight odour emanating from your right, you’d guess you weren’t too far from her crack.
That all changed in an instant as Dolores’ full weight settled down, and her plush cheeks seemed to compress into solid masses that weighed more than mountains to your perspective.
You barely had time for the pain of being crushed by millions and millions of metric tonnes of the lunch lady’s ass before you blacked out, fading into what you assumed to be death. Crushed into an unrecognisable smear underneath the unbelievable pressure exerted on your tiny body by the surprisingly dense mass on top of you…
*****
“That’s disappointing… I don’t see what all the fuss is about, I can’t even feel you under there Blaise,” Dolores huffed in annoyance. Standing up, the lunch lady turned around to retrieve you from the counter, only to see you weren’t there.
“Blaise? Where did you go?” She looked around the counter and found no sign of you. Next she got the idea that maybe you ended up between her cheeks, so she clenched them a few times in an attempt to feel for you, knowing that trying to actually look for you in her gargantuan ass was probably a futile effort, but she couldn’t feel you there either.
Confused, she turned so her back was facing the mirror that was above the counter, and was about use it to check if your tiny body was stuck to her ass cheek, when she heard the door to the bathroom door open, and Lulu entered.
“What are you doing, Dolores?” Lulu was confused to walk into the bathroom and see Dolores mooning herself in the mirror.
“Oh, nothing, I thought I felt something odd, but it was nothing,” the older woman said, flustered at being caught in such a compromising position by a coworker.
Dolores pulled her pants back up with some struggle, smiled sheepishly at her coworker, and walked outside.
She figured that you had probably avoided her backside somehow, and would likely be found by Lulu in the bathroom anyway, so you would be back with your caretaker.
She was disappointed, but she’d get over it. Little did she know you were closer to her than she realised…
*****
You groaned as you came back to consciousness, but were confused when you didn’t hear the sound of your grunts of pain.
Your whole body was in agony, which wasn’t surprising considering the unfathomable weight you were just crushed beneath.
But how were you still alive?
You struggled to open your eyes, and were met with the unmistakeable sight of Dolores’ ass in the mirror. You could see she was facing Lulu, who was stood in the doorway of the bathroom, with her back turned to the mirror. Were you stuck to her ass?
You attempted to call out to the two gigantic women, but found that you couldn’t open your mouth. Then you noticed that your vision seemed to be through a slight caramel coloured filter. What was going on?
As Dolores straightened up, and began to nervously shift in place, her ass halves wobbled, and you felt your body pushed back and forth by the fatty cheek it was stuck to, but it felt off, as if you were immersed in the sea, and being carried back and forth by the waves.
When the two women began to speak, it came through muffled, you could barely make out what they were saying. It was almost as if it was coming through a wall or something like that.
Confused, you glanced across the landscape of her ass, in a vain attempt to pick out your tiny body on it’s vast surface.
When Dolores bent down to retrieve her pants from around her ankles, her ass was pushed closer to the mirror, and finally, you spotted a tiny speck on her left cheek. It was stuck to her ass pretty close to the crack, in such a way that it would likely be compressed between both cheeks when she was standing up straight.
You could make out your features, but they seemed faint, almost like a faded… tattoo.
The full horror of what had happened settled in as you saw yourself. When you were crushed underneath Dolores’, for some reason you weren’t killed like you definitely should have been. That would most likely have been a mercy, and for all you knew it maybe would have sent you back to your home dimension.
No, you seem to have been compressed so much under the lunch lady that you have somehow been pushed into the flesh of her backside, effectively becoming a tiny tattoo on her inner ass cheek!
This was bad, you weren’t sure how this was even possible, it hadn’t happened when you were in Lulu’s ass. Even in a universe where many, if not all of the men were the size of mites, you had been given no indication that this was a thing that could happen. So even if you were found soon, there was no guarantee that you could be rescued.
Images of you being trapped inside of Dolores’ ass cheek for the rest of your life flooded your mind, and you began to wish that you had just been killed when she sat on you.
Your dire thoughts were interrupted as you were cast in the shadow of Dolores’ pants being pulled up over you. You helplessly moved with her jiggling cheeks as she struggled to pill her pants over their rippling masses, and then you were shrouded in darkness as her cheeks clamped shut when she stood up, pulling her pants over the swell of her behind.
The pressure was immense, the confines of her pants were just not big enough for Dolores’ hyper massive ass, but somehow she crammed her cheeks inside of them and with nowhere to go, their fatty masses compressed in, and you felt your prison that you had somehow become a part of tighten around you, squeezing you intensely. The heat was already beginning to rise to the point where it felt like a sauna, and you heard some ominous rumbles coming from deeper in her ass.
As Dolores rushed out of the bathroom to continue her shift, you had to wonder how long it would be before you were discovered, and if anyone could even help you if you were found. Was this how you would spend the rest of your days, trapped as a tiny tattoo on the biggest ass in the school?
1) Dolores goes about the rest of her day, unaware of your presence, and you have to endure being part of her shifting cheeks, as well as her gas, which her tastes of Lulu’s Mexican feast has stoked in her gut.
2) After Dolores’ shift, she heads home, happily changing out of her sweaty work uniform. She forgot to close her bedroom door and either Carmen or Maya walk past and get a glimpse of their mom’s bare ass, do they spot you by some miracle?
The peace that you felt that you had made with being buried under the lunch lady’s massive ass was instantly shattered when the gargantuan ass cheeks came closer. It was so massive that your brain could barely comprehend that it was about to land on you, the sight was terrifying.
You stood up and tried to run, even though you knew that there was no way you could make enough distance to get out from the rapidly growing shadow of the biggest ass that you had ever seen.
As you predicted, it was futile. It would be like trying to outrun the moon falling to earth if you were in the middle of where the crater would be. So you weren’t shocked when you felt the soft mass of butt meat press down on you and force you face down onto the hard surface of the countertop.
For a brief moment the softness bearing down on you was almost pleasant, despite the warmth and slight odour emanating from your right, you’d guess you weren’t too far from her crack.
That all changed in an instant as Dolores’ full weight settled down, and her plush cheeks seemed to compress into solid masses that weighed more than mountains to your perspective.
You barely had time for the pain of being crushed by millions and millions of metric tonnes of the lunch lady’s ass before you blacked out, fading into what you assumed to be death. Crushed into an unrecognisable smear underneath the unbelievable pressure exerted on your tiny body by the surprisingly dense mass on top of you…
*****
“That’s disappointing… I don’t see what all the fuss is about, I can’t even feel you under there Blaise,” Dolores huffed in annoyance. Standing up, the lunch lady turned around to retrieve you from the counter, only to see you weren’t there.
“Blaise? Where did you go?” She looked around the counter and found no sign of you. Next she got the idea that maybe you ended up between her cheeks, so she clenched them a few times in an attempt to feel for you, knowing that trying to actually look for you in her gargantuan ass was probably a futile effort, but she couldn’t feel you there either.
Confused, she turned so her back was facing the mirror that was above the counter, and was about use it to check if your tiny body was stuck to her ass cheek, when she heard the door to the bathroom door open, and Lulu entered.
“What are you doing, Dolores?” Lulu was confused to walk into the bathroom and see Dolores mooning herself in the mirror.
“Oh, nothing, I thought I felt something odd, but it was nothing,” the older woman said, flustered at being caught in such a compromising position by a coworker.
Dolores pulled her pants back up with some struggle, smiled sheepishly at her coworker, and walked outside.
She figured that you had probably avoided her backside somehow, and would likely be found by Lulu in the bathroom anyway, so you would be back with your caretaker.
She was disappointed, but she’d get over it. Little did she know you were closer to her than she realised…
*****
You groaned as you came back to consciousness, but were confused when you didn’t hear the sound of your grunts of pain.
Your whole body was in agony, which wasn’t surprising considering the unfathomable weight you were just crushed beneath.
But how were you still alive?
You struggled to open your eyes, and were met with the unmistakeable sight of Dolores’ ass in the mirror. You could see she was facing Lulu, who was stood in the doorway of the bathroom, with her back turned to the mirror. Were you stuck to her ass?
You attempted to call out to the two gigantic women, but found that you couldn’t open your mouth. Then you noticed that your vision seemed to be through a slight caramel coloured filter. What was going on?
As Dolores straightened up, and began to nervously shift in place, her ass halves wobbled, and you felt your body pushed back and forth by the fatty cheek it was stuck to, but it felt off, as if you were immersed in the sea, and being carried back and forth by the waves.
When the two women began to speak, it came through muffled, you could barely make out what they were saying. It was almost as if it was coming through a wall or something like that.
Confused, you glanced across the landscape of her ass, in a vain attempt to pick out your tiny body on it’s vast surface.
When Dolores bent down to retrieve her pants from around her ankles, her ass was pushed closer to the mirror, and finally, you spotted a tiny speck on her left cheek. It was stuck to her ass pretty close to the crack, in such a way that it would likely be compressed between both cheeks when she was standing up straight.
You could make out your features, but they seemed faint, almost like a faded… tattoo.
The full horror of what had happened settled in as you saw yourself. When you were crushed underneath Dolores’, for some reason you weren’t killed like you definitely should have been. That would most likely have been a mercy, and for all you knew it maybe would have sent you back to your home dimension.
No, you seem to have been compressed so much under the lunch lady that you have somehow been pushed into the flesh of her backside, effectively becoming a tiny tattoo on her inner ass cheek!
This was bad, you weren’t sure how this was even possible, it hadn’t happened when you were in Lulu’s ass. Even in a universe where many, if not all of the men were the size of mites, you had been given no indication that this was a thing that could happen. So even if you were found soon, there was no guarantee that you could be rescued.
Images of you being trapped inside of Dolores’ ass cheek for the rest of your life flooded your mind, and you began to wish that you had just been killed when she sat on you.
Your dire thoughts were interrupted as you were cast in the shadow of Dolores’ pants being pulled up over you. You helplessly moved with her jiggling cheeks as she struggled to pill her pants over their rippling masses, and then you were shrouded in darkness as her cheeks clamped shut when she stood up, pulling her pants over the swell of her behind.
The pressure was immense, the confines of her pants were just not big enough for Dolores’ hyper massive ass, but somehow she crammed her cheeks inside of them and with nowhere to go, their fatty masses compressed in, and you felt your prison that you had somehow become a part of tighten around you, squeezing you intensely. The heat was already beginning to rise to the point where it felt like a sauna, and you heard some ominous rumbles coming from deeper in her ass.
As Dolores rushed out of the bathroom to continue her shift, you had to wonder how long it would be before you were discovered, and if anyone could even help you if you were found. Was this how you would spend the rest of your days, trapped as a tiny tattoo on the biggest ass in the school?
1) Dolores goes about the rest of her day, unaware of your presence, and you have to endure being part of her shifting cheeks, as well as her gas, which her tastes of Lulu’s Mexican feast has stoked in her gut.
2) After Dolores’ shift, she heads home, happily changing out of her sweaty work uniform. She forgot to close her bedroom door and either Carmen or Maya walk past and get a glimpse of their mom’s bare ass, do they spot you by some miracle?
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May 12, 2023
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