Imperfections In the Skin
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
"He's got to be here somewhere," declares Tulip as she begins to search for you around the chair you were just squashed in. "Did you feel him get away?"
"No!" Olga exclaims in a slightly indignant tone. "One second was was just wiggling away under my butt and the next he wasn't."
"Well, find him!" Tulip orders from the floor where she's already on her hands and knees looking for you.
"Yes, Tuli--" her voice trails off; but you're the only one who notices. Of course, the fact that Olga is looking over her shoulder and staring at you in the mirror may have helped there.
'Yes!' you dare to think as your new life as part of Olga's ass again flashes behind your eyes. Scary doesn't begin to cover it.
This thought is almost thankfully interrupted as your plunged into darkness. Moving faster than you would ever have been willing to give her credit; Olga has reached down and yanked her pants back up into place.
Like many girls, Olga wears jeans that are just a size or so too small for her butt. This become readily apparent as you now find yourself mashed between Olga's ass cheek and the denim of her jeans. This is exactly the sort of fate you wanted to avoid.
"Uhhh..." you hear Olga begin awkwardly, "I have to use the bathroom."
And with that your world is in motion again as Olga takes off down the hallway without waiting for a reply from your sister or her other friend.
A new burning pain quickly starts and spreads as you're repeatedly rubbed against the inside of Olga's jeans by her ass. By the times she's made it down the hall to the bathroom you feel like your whole body (where ever the hell it is) is on fire. As such, the sudden blast of cool air as her pants drop again and you are exposed to the light, comes as a welcome reprieve.
Olga quickly kicks her pants off completely and then turns her backside to the mirror to get a better look at you.
This is the best chance you've had to see yourself since this whole mess started and now that you do, you're even more surprised that Olga saw you at all. You are a barely noticeable splotch on her left ass cheek. Try as you might, you can't even determine your entire outline. There are places where you can't tell where her ass ends and you begin.
"It is you, isn't it," Olga breathes in amazement, "I thought so."
Suddenly her hand covers you as she begins trying to peel you off of her ass. Unfortunately, after a few attempts it becomes obvious that you're not going to be removes easily.
Of course, that doesn't stop Olga. Pain pierces your body at multiple points as she tries to pinch your body off her ass. Unfortunately, that also fails. The pain is difficult to describe as her next attempt is to actually scratch you off. He fingernails, each roughly the size of your head are repeatedly dragged across your body. To make matters worse, being pressed flat against her skin seems to allow her to reach what would have been your front and back at the same time. The pain is excruciating and seemingly relentless. FINALLY, she stops.
Though your thoughts are now hazy from the pain endured during the last few minutes; you do manage to hear her give a frustrated sigh as she gives you a look that clearly indicates that she thinks YOU'RE being difficult on purpose.
"Damn it," she groans, "I wish your body would just remake itself."
A moment later her eyes shoot wide as your body begins to reform right on her ass cheeks. As if rising from a pool of water, your head emerges first and takes shape, followed by the rest of your body until your entire body is whole again at which point you promptly fall from her ass.
Sure, you did fall into the hard, hard sink, but you gladly welcome the accompanying pain this time as it at least means your free from her ass and don't have to endure any further attempts to remove you.
A moment later the light to the sink is blocked out by her head as she peers down at you.
"How'd you do that?"
"Yes," you manage back after a moment, "I'm fine thanks for asking."
"How," she begins again, her tone definitely taking a harder edge this time, "did you do that?"
"I don't know!" you yell back at you slowly climb to your feet, "I was stuck there and then you said you wanted me back in my body and here I am!" Some part of you realizes the folly of yelling at somebody who can and, in fact, has squashed you like a bug; but the stress of the last few minutes seems to have caught up with you and you just don't care anymore. "Now take me home!"
Your resolve weakens immediately as you realize that she's not focused on you but is already deep in thought. The resolve absolutely evaporates when she does finally focus on you again as a smile begins to creep over her face.
A moment later you are again encased in her meaty hand as she whisks you up onto her shoulder. She's actually pulled her shirt aside near the base of her neck so that you are sitting on bare skin.
"I have an idea," she says more to herself than to you. "I think you'd make a great... tattoo!" She says the last word as if she where a magician finishing a trick and watches you with obvious excitement on her face.
For your part, you are simply confused by this latest display but find you can't complain too much because whatever she thinks she'd doing isn't actually hurting you any.
That is, until you begin to melt.
"What?!" you scream as your feet seem do disappear. It's like she's mashing you back into her skin but she isn't even touching you!
"How are you doing tha--" you words are cut off as the rest of your face and head quickly join the rest of your body on her shoulder.
You find yourself again a part of Olga's skin; though you do have a better view this time. You watch as she leans over the sink to get a better view in the mirror.
Olga lets out a triumphant giggle as she pulls back her shirt to reveal a new tattoo on her collarbone. It's a tiny image of your face, you mouth open in a tiny silent scream, your hands up beside your face as if trapped behind glass.
Somewhere through the shock of this latest development you hear your sister's fat friend let out what can only be described as a happy purr.
"So long as you're touching my skin, I can make you take any shape I want," she says as her smile widens. "Hmm... I've wanted to get either a piercing or a tattoo for the longest time but mom wouldn't let me. Now I can try both and see which I like more!"
Her smile drops slightly as her verbal thought continues, "of course, Tulip will want to know about this."
Olga decides she's going to...
"No!" Olga exclaims in a slightly indignant tone. "One second was was just wiggling away under my butt and the next he wasn't."
"Well, find him!" Tulip orders from the floor where she's already on her hands and knees looking for you.
"Yes, Tuli--" her voice trails off; but you're the only one who notices. Of course, the fact that Olga is looking over her shoulder and staring at you in the mirror may have helped there.
'Yes!' you dare to think as your new life as part of Olga's ass again flashes behind your eyes. Scary doesn't begin to cover it.
This thought is almost thankfully interrupted as your plunged into darkness. Moving faster than you would ever have been willing to give her credit; Olga has reached down and yanked her pants back up into place.
Like many girls, Olga wears jeans that are just a size or so too small for her butt. This become readily apparent as you now find yourself mashed between Olga's ass cheek and the denim of her jeans. This is exactly the sort of fate you wanted to avoid.
"Uhhh..." you hear Olga begin awkwardly, "I have to use the bathroom."
And with that your world is in motion again as Olga takes off down the hallway without waiting for a reply from your sister or her other friend.
A new burning pain quickly starts and spreads as you're repeatedly rubbed against the inside of Olga's jeans by her ass. By the times she's made it down the hall to the bathroom you feel like your whole body (where ever the hell it is) is on fire. As such, the sudden blast of cool air as her pants drop again and you are exposed to the light, comes as a welcome reprieve.
Olga quickly kicks her pants off completely and then turns her backside to the mirror to get a better look at you.
This is the best chance you've had to see yourself since this whole mess started and now that you do, you're even more surprised that Olga saw you at all. You are a barely noticeable splotch on her left ass cheek. Try as you might, you can't even determine your entire outline. There are places where you can't tell where her ass ends and you begin.
"It is you, isn't it," Olga breathes in amazement, "I thought so."
Suddenly her hand covers you as she begins trying to peel you off of her ass. Unfortunately, after a few attempts it becomes obvious that you're not going to be removes easily.
Of course, that doesn't stop Olga. Pain pierces your body at multiple points as she tries to pinch your body off her ass. Unfortunately, that also fails. The pain is difficult to describe as her next attempt is to actually scratch you off. He fingernails, each roughly the size of your head are repeatedly dragged across your body. To make matters worse, being pressed flat against her skin seems to allow her to reach what would have been your front and back at the same time. The pain is excruciating and seemingly relentless. FINALLY, she stops.
Though your thoughts are now hazy from the pain endured during the last few minutes; you do manage to hear her give a frustrated sigh as she gives you a look that clearly indicates that she thinks YOU'RE being difficult on purpose.
"Damn it," she groans, "I wish your body would just remake itself."
A moment later her eyes shoot wide as your body begins to reform right on her ass cheeks. As if rising from a pool of water, your head emerges first and takes shape, followed by the rest of your body until your entire body is whole again at which point you promptly fall from her ass.
Sure, you did fall into the hard, hard sink, but you gladly welcome the accompanying pain this time as it at least means your free from her ass and don't have to endure any further attempts to remove you.
A moment later the light to the sink is blocked out by her head as she peers down at you.
"How'd you do that?"
"Yes," you manage back after a moment, "I'm fine thanks for asking."
"How," she begins again, her tone definitely taking a harder edge this time, "did you do that?"
"I don't know!" you yell back at you slowly climb to your feet, "I was stuck there and then you said you wanted me back in my body and here I am!" Some part of you realizes the folly of yelling at somebody who can and, in fact, has squashed you like a bug; but the stress of the last few minutes seems to have caught up with you and you just don't care anymore. "Now take me home!"
Your resolve weakens immediately as you realize that she's not focused on you but is already deep in thought. The resolve absolutely evaporates when she does finally focus on you again as a smile begins to creep over her face.
A moment later you are again encased in her meaty hand as she whisks you up onto her shoulder. She's actually pulled her shirt aside near the base of her neck so that you are sitting on bare skin.
"I have an idea," she says more to herself than to you. "I think you'd make a great... tattoo!" She says the last word as if she where a magician finishing a trick and watches you with obvious excitement on her face.
For your part, you are simply confused by this latest display but find you can't complain too much because whatever she thinks she'd doing isn't actually hurting you any.
That is, until you begin to melt.
"What?!" you scream as your feet seem do disappear. It's like she's mashing you back into her skin but she isn't even touching you!
"How are you doing tha--" you words are cut off as the rest of your face and head quickly join the rest of your body on her shoulder.
You find yourself again a part of Olga's skin; though you do have a better view this time. You watch as she leans over the sink to get a better view in the mirror.
Olga lets out a triumphant giggle as she pulls back her shirt to reveal a new tattoo on her collarbone. It's a tiny image of your face, you mouth open in a tiny silent scream, your hands up beside your face as if trapped behind glass.
Somewhere through the shock of this latest development you hear your sister's fat friend let out what can only be described as a happy purr.
"So long as you're touching my skin, I can make you take any shape I want," she says as her smile widens. "Hmm... I've wanted to get either a piercing or a tattoo for the longest time but mom wouldn't let me. Now I can try both and see which I like more!"
Her smile drops slightly as her verbal thought continues, "of course, Tulip will want to know about this."
Olga decides she's going to...
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