“I’m visiting the neighbors, mom, don’t wait up!” James called out to his mom as he heading to the door as fast as he could to get away from her. She was drinking heavily again and that made her prone to having ‘accidents’ with him. When she got hammered, Paula seemed to find his ability to be squished utterly hilarious, often she sat on or crushed him simply because she found it funny. James had a putty like body that was pretty much immortal, but so delicate it didn’t take much to flatten him like a pancake. He had gone through hell because of his condition.
When he was young and his mom couldn’t afford a babysitter she’d squish him into a can, screw on the top and leave him like that. He had to be moved to a special kindergarten because on his first day another child nearly ate him. He had been trapped under hundreds of butts because people couldn’t take half a second to make sure their seat were empty. He had accidentally been baked into his own birthday cake. His first pet, a puppy his mom bought when she was sober, ate and defecated him. He had been shit on his entire life, sometimes literally.
In the living room, Paula called out to him from her recliner. “Sure you don’t want to stay? The chair feels a little flat under my butt, maybe you could slid under mommy and be her cushion?”
Shuddering at that idea and knowing far to well what being his mom’s cushion felt like, James got out of the house and slammed the door closed as hard as he could. With his puny strength it barely made a sound when it closed. Frustrated, James headed into the neighborhood, not sure where he was going but sure to find someone less cruel then his mom waiting for him.
It was the middle of the day and he knew a lot of the neighborhood moms were at work, but there were two that he knew for sure were around, the two that were already around.
James’s neighbor Susie was a shut-in, never leaving her home unless to get groceries and even then she never left her house for more then a half an hour. Susie was in her early forties, often wearing sweaters with stretch pants and had a pale completion from not coming out in the sun often. Even though she was pretty inactive she had a decent figure. Medium sized breasts, hips that were only a little bit too wide and a flat stomach. If she put on a little make-up, some revealing clothes, she’d look pretty sexy.
Her isolation was due to losing her son. He wasn’t dead. She had gotten divorced a few years back and her ex had gotten full custody and moved away. Everyone felt bad for her and tried to help, but only one thing cheered her up, her squishy neighbor James. Whenever he was at her house she acted like the mother he never had, babying him, cooking for him and giving him anything he wanted. Sometimes it came with the price tag of her hugging him to the point of squishing him flat against her body or spending the night in her old son’s room, but after years with Paula, James would gladly accept an overly affectionate maternal figure over what he had. She often joked that James could be her son forever and she’d never let anyone hurt him. To James that wasn’t creepy at all.
James’s other neighbor was Kennedy who was pretty much the polar opposite of Susie. Kennedy was some kind of sports entertainer in her youth, incredibly popular, but when she got pregnant she had to leave her career and come live in the suburbs, which left her bitter. With two boys, a ten year old off at camp right now and a three year old staying at home, Kennedy was a stay at home mom that hated anything to do with being a parent. Unlike James’s own mom, she at least cared enough to make sure her kids were taken care of by having a babysitter ready, to be specific James, the boy that can be squished into a ball by her three year old son.
It was a tough job, James had some close calls and a few times he had been squished by the kids, but with video games, treats and other bribes he kept them from abusing him too much. He hated the job, but he did it for only one reason, it let him spend time with Kennedy. Not many people would want to spend time with the stay at home mom. She was a bit cruel, only talking about herself and not caring about anyone’s problems but her own. She seemed to find his squishy problem amusing, sometimes asking about the humiliations he’s gone through. Stories that involved him being eaten were her favourite.
Through all that he stuck around, babysat her rotten kids and put up with being belittled because she was so beautiful. She had a gorgeous face, high cheekbones, pouty lips and smooth, long black hair. The rest of her looked like some mix of a porn star and an athlete. She had firm, big breasts that she showed off in very tight, low cutting shirts, a slightly muscular stomach from years of doing squats, round protruding hips with a bubble butt that made James drool all over himself. She was the only woman he wanted squishing him, he would do anything for her.
Looking at their houses now, one decrepit and dark from lack of care, the other immaculate with a fresh coat of paint, James picked which house he wanted to visit.
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