This choice: "Wait, WHAT?!?" (she puts the pieces together and finds you, can you get free?) • Go Back...Chapter #6"Wait, WHAT?!?" by: bobob1   "Wait, WHAT?!?" Shannon exclaimed, waking up slightly out of the relaxed daze that she had been in. "Did you say there's a one inch tall man on my butt?!" she continued incredulously.
"Yeah! A teeny little tattoo right here on the bottom of your cheek" the masseuse giggled and poked one finger directly onto your body, clearly thinking that you were no more than a strange tattoo. You felt your body sink deeply into the soft, jiggly flesh of Shannon's ass as you were pressed further against it, only to pop out moments later when she removed her finger. This small poke seemed only to solidify your sticker-like status on your mom's ass as it jiggled in response.
"That's not a tattoo! That's my son!" Shannon exclaimed in a worried tone, at that moment remembering the small tan object she barely noticed upon entering the room. Moreover, she knew what the slight irritation was when she first sat down... "I know this seems strange but he's a real person and he must have gotten squished to me somehow! See if you can peel him off!"
The masseuse was skeptical to say the least. Was this client in on some elaborate prank to convince her that inch tall people existed or is this really a human? She rubbed her finger across your body, barely feeling a difference in texture moving from Shannon's ass to your body. The difference was small, but it was at least noticeable. And the remorse she could hear in her client's voice seemed too genuine to be faked. She figured that even if it was a possibility that this was a real person then she owed it to him to try to help him out of this sticky situation. Taking one fingernail she scratched it slightly where Shannon's ass and you met. Feeling nothing, she attempted yet again, this time with more pressure. Again and again she tried for a few minutes until she gave up, withdrawing her hand.
"I'm sorry miss, but your, uhh, son here seems to be stuck." Shannon groaned to herself before the masseuse continued, "So do you want to go through with the massage anyway or should we reschedule?" Shannon thought to herself for a moment. This wasn't the first time she had to consider what she should do while you were plastered to one of her body parts, but this was a special occasion. She didn't know when the next opening would be and she had been craving a massage badly.
"Umm, no, it's alright. We can help him after I suppose, I would still like the massage if that's alright." The masseuse shrugged her shoulders, still not fully understanding the situation.
"Sure thing, it looks like you ordered the... glute rubdown deluxe, coming right up! Shannon cursed at herself mentally, completely forgetting that she specifically requested a massage for her butt. She felt absolutely awful about going through with this while you were stuck on the body part that was about to be rubbed vigorously, but she really needed the massage. The masseuse squirted a generous amount of warm oil onto her hands before rubbing them together and motioning for Shannon to lay her head down on the pillow and relax. Shannon resigned herself to enjoying this massage, there was nothing she could do about you at the moment, so she closed her eyes laid down.
From your currently assigned position as butt-sticker you were absolutely floored. In mere seconds, Shannon's massive ass had yet again turned what should have been a great experience for you into a living nightmare. As soft as her butt was you always hated being squashed into it, and it seemed like that was going to be your fate for the near future. Especially after the masseuse's failed attempts to free you, it was difficult to maintain hope of this situation resolving itself quickly. And as you watched the masseuses oiled hands approach your minuscule body, you had a feeling this was going to be a long massage. Immediately you felt your body devastated by the pressing force of the masseuse's hands, counteracted by the jiggly flesh on your back. As her hands pressed and kneaded your body it felt like you were sinking deeper and deeper into a bowl of warm, slightly sweaty jello. Her hands repeatedly shifted off of you to focus on other parts of Shannon's massive ass, but these were only brief respites before coming back to crush you yet again. You felt yourself become thoroughly coated in the oil she had been rubbing you and Shannon's butt with, and this gave you a glimmer of hope. Perhaps this slippery oil would be your ticket to freedom! You didn't have much time for wishful thinking, however, as her hands crushed you firmer than ever before, plunging you back into Shannon's ass-flesh and against her hands. It seemed like minutes passed as you were tossed about in this vigorous massage, but finally the masseuse removed her hands!
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