Chapter #5Hopeful Trial (Part 1) by: matthias   (Chapter originally written by Wdffedfx)
Your efforts to run away were in vain. The blue pools of Rio’s eyes, that had gazed from the distance, were completely replaced by the darkening silhouette of her expansive rear end. Her toned backside grew larger as you tried, much too late, to get to one side or the other of her eclipsing mountain of flesh. Alas, it seemed that your hesitation and undue fixation on the rump of your girlfriend’s mother had merited some form of karmic retribution. Your vision was blotted out and the firm flesh of Rio’s hefty buns bulldozed over your frame. All before you could get to the left side of her left cheek. The unforgiving muscle and skin pressed down on you as Rio settled herself on the bench. Your front side forced to embrace the slight curvature of a lump of flesh that far exceeded the size of your body. Your breath was taken away for only a moment as the immense pressure abated. A involuntary breath of relief, one laced with the musky feminine odors of an athletic woman’s rear, filled your lungs before the surface of flesh bulldozed over you once more. With double the amount of pressure.
Meanwhile, Rio looked at the area of the bench adjacent to her right thigh, and then her left. The mountainous globe of flesh that was her left cheek rolled off and then back over your. She released a sigh of subdued aggravation at the reality that you had once again failed to extricate yourself from a hazardous situation. Rio could feel the light tingle of your body plastered, spread-eagle, on the left half of her backside. The toned woman pressed her palms onto the bench and reclined back in rumination. Thoughts of freeing you so that you could spend your time relaxing with the rest of your family and friends at this resort crossed Rio’s mind. However, such a conclusion was nearly squashed as swiftly as you were at the moment. The last thing that Rio would want for you was to slack off on her hands-off treatment of you.
In terms of people that Rio cared about, you were probably only second to her daughter Mari. Your girlfriend for around a decade. Thus, the mother was left in a perplexing state of affairs with the two of you. People that she wished the best for in this world. One that can be unforgivingly cruel, and she, a mother that couldn’t always be there for the two of you. Therefore, Rio had taken it upon herself to not help you once you got yourself stuck to a woman. That for a happy future with her daughter you would need to be able to have the skill and willpower to remove yourself from these humiliating positions.
“Oh Matt…I would have thought that you would have at least avoided my rear. Especially after I gave you warning and ample time to do so.” Rio shrugged as she correctly assumed that you were now a flattened addition to her stalwart rump. The tanned woman had little time to consider the disastrous effects that her flesh and weight had on your body as the Alyssa had returned before even your mother, Lauren, had finished putting on her towel.
“Ah! Rio was it? Lucky you, we have a masseuse ready for you already. Just follow me.” Without so much as a word, the tanned woman lifted herself off the bench, and towel, that had lifted up to display the firm shelf of ass flesh earlier, had dropped back down. Resulting in the fuzzy towel to drape over the spread-eagle tattoo of your body on Rio’s left butt cheek. Hiding you away from any stray gazes. Unfortunately, you had not peeled off onto the bench. Your front side was ironed onto the shifting lumps of flesh that was Rio’s left ass cheek. Your vision was robbed, so all you could feel as Rio was led by Alyssa to her room was the shifting bundles of muscle underneath the toned skin. A briny film of perspiration had already begun to pour out of the athletic woman’s pores and over you. The pungent odor of bodacious booty sweat suffused through your demolished nostrils and sunk down heavily into your compressed lungs.
Meanwhile, Alyssa and Rio had passed the first room before stopping at Room Two. Alyssa rapped her knuckles against the door. With the shortest of delays, the door opened and a youthful Chinese woman with long, straight black hair walked out. Her nametag was labeled “Hope”.
“Hi Alyssa, I guess that it’s my shift now. Which room are we heading?” She asked while giving a courteous nod to Rio. The toned woman reciprocating the respectful action. The tan woman’s subtle movements jutted her perky buns out from the shroud of her towel and in the periphery of Alyssa’s vision. The receptionist raised her eyebrow as she looked at what looked like a tattoo.
“My name is Hope Brooks and I’ll be your masseuse.” Rio returned a similar greeting as Alyssa looked at the older woman’s swaying hips.
“Pardon me, but isn’t that your little friend stuck to your…” Alyssa tried to be polite as she pointed her finger at the fixture that was your flattened form. Hope’s eyes also traced the path of her colleague’s digits. The moment that the Chinese woman’s eyes glanced at your figure, a flash of anger clouded her vision. One that the woman had silently stowed away despite how such unearned indignation, aimed towards you, festered within her the longer that she let it sit within her.
“Ah…yes. This is embarrassing. I guess that we don’t need a specific masseuse for Matt.” Rio said as she unintentionally tensed her glutes. The skin of her rump creased your body and the forming wrinkles pinched painfully at your skin. A sign of the trepidation that the usually confident woman felt in doling out her tough love for you. You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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