In your frantic struggle to evade the hungry bird, you lost your footing and fall in your son's shorts and are quickly wedged deep in between Jack's plump little butt cheeks! You blush heavily as you push against the soft, squishy flesh of your son's ass. Since the boy had no bones or muscles, his soft malleable flesh had no give to it, meaning every time you pressed against his cheeks, your hand simply sunk in. By the time Jack had gotten back up to play, your entire body was stuck to his gooey flesh, with your face pressed tightly against your son's asshole. It was a horrible and humiliating experience, as Jack's butt cheeks rubbed against you with each step he took and letting out a couple of rotten farts directly into your face. You couldn't believe your horrid luck, stuck in your young son's ass crack and slowly being absorbed into his flesh as he played.
Eventually, it had gotten late and Jack was wondering where you were. You could hear him calling out for you from your butt prison, but your cries for help were muffled by your son's ass flesh. He ran over to your car and saw that you didn't leave without him and he began to panic. He eventually squeezed into the door and called Barbara for help. The two of them looked for you for a while before Jack's crying started to get to be too much for Barbara to handle and she took him to her house. She promised to take care of him until you were found. Jack was given the guest room to sleep in for the time being, and she told Andrew and Stevie to leave Jack alone while he processed everything. You could hear Jack crying for the supposed loss of his mama from your place between his cheeks. You wanted desperately to tell him where you were, but your body was unresponsive. Eventually, he cried himself to sleep and curled up beneath the covers, forcing you to endure the occasional rotten fart.
This was by far the worst thing that could have happened to you. Everyone thought you were missing, and no one would ever suspect you were in such a horrible position. You could feel yourself slowly merging with your son's butt, and you were certain that you might be merged permanently if no one found you soon...
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