“Let’s go look for him.” Shannon concluded, nodding her head with determination. “If he’s not on the tray, he couldn’t have gone far.”
Stacy smiled, surprised at her mother’s smart plan and loving devotion to you. In fact, she was so distracted by Shannon’s determination that she didn’t even stop to consider that you might still be hopelessly trapped inside of Shannon’s burger, pinned under the bun and mounds of ketchup. Sadly, Stacy now put that thought out of her mind, as did your mother.
Shannon set her burger back down on the tray, accidentally knocking it over without noticing. Thankfully, that one tiny accident completely spared you from your fate, as the piece of burger spilled over, falling apart across the tray. Like a gross slug, your squished body sludged out onto the tray, caked in ketchup.
Though it took you a minute, you finally managed to reform back to your normal height. You stood up on weak legs, heavy globs of ketchup still weighing you down. Glancing up, you gawked at the sight of your mother’s massive breasts, hovering above you like twin boulders ready to slam down and end your puny existence.
Shannon and Stacy were crawling around on all fours, looking for any sign of their one-inch tall family member, oblivious to how close you really were. This was mostly because your ketchup painted body simply looked like a blob of ketchup and nothing more. Despite how much you slapped and shook your body, you couldn’t get the copious amounts of ketchup off.
You began to scream your mother and Stacy’s names, but neither of the two titanic giantesses heard your cries from down below. They simply kept crawling around, skimming the ground with such focus that they were unable to hear you, or notice you jumping up and down, flapping your arms frantically.
When your first plan failed, you began walking over to Shannon, planning to scale her leg onto her back, and then head to her ear. You barely took a step before her foot smacked into the tray, sending a shockwave powerful enough to cause you to tumble backwards into the meaty burger chunk that had fallen off of the bun.
Momentarily stunned, you took a second to compose yourself and push away from the burger. However, that brief distraction cost you, as Shannon huffed loudly and gave up looking for you. Heedless to where she was positioned, she fell backwards, plopping her big bubble butt back down. As her shadow grew over you, you could only whimper as her meteoric rear end pulverized you, as well as the remains of her half-eaten sandwich.
Even Shannon wasn’t ditzy enough to not feel the gross sensation of her sandwich and three packets worth of ketchup squelch under her tanned, sexy ass, nor hear the loud, disgusting noise it made. She shrieked and jumped to her feet, her butt flesh rippling with her slightest movements. Stacy gasped at her mother’s sudden actions, and quickly moved to inspect her mom’s massive posterior.
Stacy winced as she saw the splattered remains of the sandwich painting Shannon’s butt, bits of meat and globs of ketchup sticking everywhere. What Stacy didn’t notice was the oddly human-shaped glob of ketchup near Shannon’s butt crack, or the muffled cries for help from said human-shaped glob.
Your unaware sister grabbed a few napkins and began dutifully swiping at your mother’s jiggly butt flesh, thoroughly scrubbing off every trace bit of food or sauce from her bronzed buttocks. Shannon blushed and sighed at her clumsiness, upset she had ruined her remaining bit of burger. All thoughts of her currently MIA son went flying out of her head, as per usual.
It took Stacy a full thirty seconds of scrubbing to remove one particularly stubborn bit of ketchup, but finally she got it onto a napkin. Of course, that bit of ketchup was you. Totally oblivious to your situation, Stacy crumpled up the dirty napkin, hiding you from sight and crushing you further.
With Shannon’s butt once more the picture of pristine perfection, Shannon gathered up her trash onto the tray, including the napkin you were wrapped up in, and returned to the burger stand. She dumped the trash into the large trash bin beside the burger stand, handed the friendly employee her tray, and sauntered back over to rejoin her daughter, a blissfully happy smile on her face.
Meanwhile, the napkin keeping you prisoner fell into the disgusting, foul, odious trash can, where it thankfully unraveled. Facing the bright sun high above, you reformed and stood up. The ketchup was all off of your body, thankfully, but now you were trapped inside of the trash can. Still, you were determined to escape, and rushed over to the slick side of the can to begin attempting to climb out.
Are you able to escape the trash can, or are you stuck until something worse happens?
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