After a moment of contemplation, Chloe simply shook her head and laughed under her breath. The photos in the album were simply provoking her imagination, and she was overthinking things. There was on way that her tiny little cousin was stuck to her ass, and she felt silly for even entertaining the idea. You were definitely still up in the bedroom...somewhere. She decided she would just look for you later. Chloe forced the negative thoughts out of her mind, instantly feeling better.
As your giantess cousin shifted in her seat, her jiggly butt dragged back and forth across the couch, painfully grinding you against the fabric of her tight miniskirt and her soft flesh. Each passing second further imprinted your squishy body onto Chloe’s skin, and it was only a matter of time before you became seriously engrained to her flesh. Sadly, there wasn’t a thing you could do about it.
“What’s the story behind this one Aunt Shannon?” Chloe asked, pointing to the photo of Shannon in her skimpy bikini on the beach.
Shannon chuckled. “Oh, that’s a good one. Let’s see…it was about three years ago…” Shannon cleared her throat as she began her trip down memory lane.
***
You, Shannon, and Stacy had gone to the beach for a short vacation. It was intended to be a simple family getaway, but nothing ever went well with your terrible luck and miniscule stature. You had been crushed twice, once by Stacy and once by Shannon, just while packing for the trip, and had spent the majority of the car ride to the beach under your mother’s heel.
After arriving at the beach, your mother and sister had found a quiet spot to spread out their towels and lie down. Your sister’s swimsuit was fairly modest, but your mother was, of course, wearing a stupidly revealing G-string bikini and thong. Stacy’s plan was to run into the ocean and start swimming, while Shannon simply wanted a sexy tan.
Your mother had laid down on her towel, dumped some tanning lotion on her back, and had asked you to rub her body down for her. You had protested, but your incredulous cries had fallen on deaf ears, as Shannon had already zoned out while setting an alarm on her phone. Mumbling under your breath, you had trekked over to your mother’s bronzed buttocks, scooping up some tanning lotion in your hands.
Because of your pathetically small size, you were barely able to cover any of your mother’s bare skin with tanning lotion, the simple process of walking back and forth across her wearing you out. In the span of five minutes, you had barely made a dent on the glob of tanning lotion clumped on your mother’s back, and were bent down near the pile to scoop up some more tanning lotion.
Still feeling the cool glob of tanning lotion on her back, Shannon had then asked Stacy to finish lathering her up, forgetting that she had ever given you the task in the first place. Stacy, who had been just about to dash off for the ocean, frowned and mumbled under her breath, bending down by her mother’s ass to do as she was told.
In her haste to finish her chore and get to swimming, your giantess sister hadn’t noticed you at all, and slammed her hand into the glob of tanning lotion, crushing you flat under her thumb. Oblivious to what she had done, Stacy had rubbed tanning lotion all over her mother’s body, her thumb crushing you all along the way, scrubbing you over every inch of Shannon’s body. Shannon had simply smiled happily the whole time, drifting off to sleep.
When Stacy had reached Shannon’s ass, the worst thing possible had happened, and your flat body had slipped off, sticking to Shannon’s ass cheek. Still unaware, Stacy had pounded and rubbed you into your mother’s butt cheek firmly, covering you up with a thin layer of tanning lotion. The hot sun baked the liquidy lotion, hardening it, effectively creating a seal over top of your body, like you had been laminated to your mom’s flesh.
Stacy had then run off, leaving you to helplessly accept the hand that fate had dealt you. Over the next few hours, the hot sun bore down on you, causing you and your mother to sweat profusely, and both of your skin tones began to darken. The only respite you were given from the sun was when your mother rolled over, but that was much worse. Trapped under her sweltering ass, painfully squashed by her heavy butt was a nightmare.
Shannon’s alarm had eventually gone off, and she woke up with a sleepy smile on her face. She grinned upon examining her gorgeous body, now complimented by a perfect, sexy tan. She had then joined her daughter in the ocean, laughing and having a great day. The whole time she had remained blissfully unaware of you, fused to her butt cheek and jiggling along with her every motion.
Thankfully, your sister had managed to spot you while they were drying off at the end of the day. Your swim shorts were bright blue, and were obviously contrasted with Shannon’s bronzed skin tone. Because your skin had tanned to, only your shorts gave away your miniature position on your mother’s butt. If your shorts had somehow fallen off, Stacy would’ve never seen you. In fact, you potentially could’ve still been fused to her ass even to this day, three years later.
***
Mia was already in hysterics before Shannon was halfway through her story, and even Shannon herself was having trouble wrapping up her story without falling into fits of giggles. Chloe was more restrained, but she still chuckled and smiled at Shannon’s over-the-top delivery. All three giantesses shared a fun family bonding moment through Shannon’s story, while you suffered continuously underneath Chloe.
As you had feared, your squishy skin had practically bonded to Chloe by the time the story was over. Through a continuous and forcefully combination of heat and pressure, you felt fused to your cousin’s butt cheek, like a tattoo on her flesh. You could still reform and escape, but now it would take several straight hours of now external stimulus pressing on you, or potentially more extreme measures.
Stacy had entered the room halfway through the story, blushing profusely, embarrassed at the role she had played in your torment. Charlotte had also stood by the corner of the room, a bemused smile on her face, and a million new ideas bounced around in her head, all about her favorite little squishy cousin.
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