(Chapter originally written by Wdffedfx)
“Well this is my daughter’s boyfriend, and I know that this might be hard to believe, but I’d prefer if he isn’t removed from my rear. Unless he does it by himself and of his own will.” Rio said as they slowly walked to the fourth room. The trio having just passed Room 3.
“Is it because he wants to be used by us women.” Hope said coolly as she tried to hide her delight at observing how helpless you were flattened against the muscular woman’s rump. Although, she was a bit perplexed that Rio would be so casual of a tiny that she is calling her daughter’s “boyfriend” being squashed against her jutting cheeks. Hope’s words nearly caused Rio to chuckle.
“No, of course not. I just believe that the world is a hard place to live in. Especially if you are as diminutive as Matt here. So I just hope that they are able to remove themselves of their own power and will. As no matter how much I try to be there for my daughter and Matt, I can’t.” Rio said as she thought of the past decade that her daughter and you shared. A good portion of it was you at the mercy of your girlfriend’s rear. Although, Rio couldn’t help but think of how misfortunate you were to be squashed and smothered underneath a woman on a nearly daily basis and for extended periods at a time. Of course, this was after taking into account the fact that Rio knew of your loved one’s clumsiness and of your sister Jenna seeming to have it out for you. Rio sighed internally as she settled on that your proclivity to being trapped within a woman’s fleshy creases was purely incidental, and not because of a hidden and perverse desire that you possessed. Although, Hope’s words did evoke the thought in Rio’s mind, and the fit woman wasn’t sure how she felt about it at first. One thing was for sure that if her daughter’s boyfriend truly felt that way…Rio could only hope that Matt didn’t regret his decision.
“Well I think that is wonderful. We also have some training seminars available for our tiny masseuses if the unfortunate were to happen.” Alyssa said sincerely as she imagined someone like their cute colleague Eric, a tiny who would have been your dedicated masseuse if you weren’t left as art on Rio’s posterior. Alas, it appeared that was the case as Alyssa appeared to be convinced by Rio’s genuine answer. And Hope the masseuse that was going to take care of the knots that had accumulated in Rio’s body was more than happy to leave in your less than favorable condition. In fact, she was actively thinking of how to make your current situation even worse. Although, the Chinese woman had noted that Rio had thrown her side-glance during their stroll to Room 4. A non-verbal gesture that clued Hope Brooks to the fact that Rio wasn’t a klutzy and naive woman that could easily be fooled. No. She would have to be tactful during this massaging session if she wanted to make that tiny insect’s situation worse.
Hope’s attitude towards tinies was rooted in her conservative upbringing back from her home country. Men were treated more openly in their rightful place. Not like how the CTC tried to pretty up the vernacular associated with the treatment of tinies. Excuses such as it being in the tiny’s interests were not needed for the advancement of morally questionable legislature. Back in China, Hope was raised in an environment where men were used as commodities by women, simply because such a relationship between the two genders had been socially accepted as being instinctual these past 50 years. Whether or not that was actually true was not even a concern in Hope Brook’s mind.
Meanwhile, all you can do was huff and inhale the earthy miasma that permeated off the tons of flesh that you hung off of. Hoping that your adhesion to Rio would loosen up enough for you to escape. A reality that you could just feel was about to happen after Alyssa bid farewell to Rio and this mysterious woman named Hope. Thus, you weren’t that disheartened that Rio had decided to not rip you off her rear when your presence was pointed out. Although, that was until you heard the sonorous voice of Hope Brook ring out from above.
“Okay! Just jump on the bed and then turn over with your back facing up.” You heard what might as well have been a death sentence as one of your arm finally flopped off the flesh of Rio’s rump. Your efforts were thwarted as the world began to spin and somehow, your vision blocked by Rio’s skin, had become darker. Tons of pressure and sweaty heat pressed down on you as the tanned woman jumped up and fell on the bed with her rump. Rio gave your well-being a momentary thought, but it was truncated by the older woman reassuring herself that if you wanted to get out then you would have done so by now.
The opened pores of Rio’s skin, and the pressure and heat of the compressed space, worked together to undo the casual progress you made of detaching yourself. The sudden force pressed you more intimately with the firm booty flesh to a point that you felt like you would either need some time or assistance. And with the Rio’s muted proclamation that reached your ears, you were unsure if you would be afforded such pleasure. Instead, you felt the world spin once more before the surface that you were ironed to began to wobble and jiggle.
“Hope, right? Don’t worry about us and take your time. My job has been a little intense and there are definitely some kinks to be worked out.” Rio pulled her towel down and as Hope dipped her hands into a special relaxant solvent. One specialized to attend to the sore muscles of women like her. However, Hope was also aware that they had a special brand of this solvent reserved for tinies. Thus, she had come to the conclusion that exposure to the regular brand of oil would undoubtedly have some deleterious effects on the progress of removing your body from the mature woman’s rump.
Meanwhile, Rio cooed as she felt the dexterous digits work their magic as Hope palpated the muscles in Rio’s calves. She worked her way upwards and towards the dense muscle fibers that could use some loosening up. As the masseuse rolled the sinuous lengths of mitochondrial-dense fibers between her fingers and palms, she rolled the idea of how to do away with you. By the time that Hope’s shadow drifted over your pathetic frame, she had thought of what she wanted to say.
“Hi insect. You don’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll make sure that I’ll smooth out all of your worries and get you to your rightful place.” Hopes words left her lips through a heavy whisper. The moist fumes of her oral cavity blew over your back. The masseuse was able to observe how you were a tone much too light compared to Rio’s tanned skin. She would fix that. But how exactly would she go about doing that?
1)Hope continues with the massage and notices that Rio is beginning to doze off as her muscles are eased of their tension. Perhaps Hope could take this chance to squeeze you further within the cavernous clutches of Rio’s rear. Into the center of her ass crack and beyond.
2)Before continuing with the massage, Hope offers a suggestion to Rio of a method that her family used to “toughen” up tinies. A method that involves changing Matt into a piece of clothing. Although, is the astute masseuse able to convince the astute Rio of her suggestion?
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