“Stacy! Your brother is still on my butt! I almost forgot!” Shannon clapped her hands together, immensely pleased she had remembered the fate of her son. Stacy balked, her jaw dropping.
“He’s what? Why is he on your butt?” She cried.
“Well, I sat on him, then tanned for a bit.” Shannon admitted “I found him eventually, but he was stuck to my butt and I couldn’t peel him off. Then, I realized I needed to finish my tan, so I slept for another two hours. Sammy said it was fine!” Shannon embellished the truth at the end, and Stacy’s jaw dropped even further. She was totally flabbergasted at her mom’s careless and mildly selfish actions.
She bent down behind her mom and stared at her humongous bubble butt. She frowned and scrunched up her eyes, expecting to spot her flat little brother immediately. However, all she could see was Shannon’s sexy ass, complimented by a perfectly even bronze tan. Not a trace of a squishy little guy was visible.
Stacy traced her fingers across every exposed inch of Shannon’s butt, prompting a shiver and a smile from ticklish Shannon. Stacy was incredibly thorough in her search, but turned up no results. This was because your body had practically bonded with Shannon’s flesh after such a long tanning session, making your body indistinguishable from your mother’s. It would take hours to reform and return to normal now.
With a confused huff, Stacy stood back up. “He’s not on your butt mom. I checked.”
“Really?” Shannon inquired. “That’s where I left him.”
“Since you weren’t crushing him while lying on your stomach, he must have reformed and escaped.” Stacy reasoned, her logic sound. Shannon nodded in agreement, and the thought of you actually still being on your mother’s ass was dropped from their minds.
The two giantesses began to scan the nearby area for any sign of a tiny little guy, though their efforts were obviously futile. They checked the grass and the sidewalk within a thirty foot radius of where Shannon had been tanning, checked the towel she had been lying on, and checked the rest of Shannon’s body, but turned up nothing.
While all of this was going on, you mentally sobbed, desperately wishing you could do anything to make your nearly invisible presence known to your sister and mother. Your crushed body was incapable of movement and noise, and you could only hope that some miracle would save you, as you were powerless to do anything on your own. You could only jiggle along as your mother walked, her butt swaying side-to-side.
They continued their search for another hour, slowly expanding their range. Stacy pleaded with everyone she could find if they had seen you, mustering up all the courage she could when talking to strangers. Shannon displayed unprecedented ingenuity, checking under chairs, the other towels in the towel rack, and in the nearby swimsuit store.
As Shannon walked, her powerful, thick butt cheeks bounced up and down, rocking you about in a nauseating manner. Her glutes shook and quivered with her slightest movements, keeping your pitch-black world in constant motion. Your senses were confused and disoriented, and you felt like passing out several times.
However, despite all odds, your miracle finally occurred, as your right leg peeled up and away from Shannon’s ass. Though it was still crushed flat, it now fluttered about in the wind, and brought hope back to your depressed mind that maybe you could still break free from the bonds holding you to your mother’s butt flesh.
Shannon paused and stretched out her back, her butt cheeks clenching together as she did so. Her butt flesh pressed into your body, and your right leg rubbed against Shannon’s sensitive skin. Instantly, your mother felt the odd sensation against her ass, and moved her hand back to check, barely devoting a fraction of her thoughts to what she had felt. After all, she had already confirmed her son was NOT anywhere on her own body.
Your mother’s fingers touched against your paper-thin leg, and her sharp fingernails began digging at your leg. You mentally screamed as your mother harshly scratched and slashed at your body, tearing into you with merciless ferocity. Of course, to a giantess like Shannon, she was merely picking at an itch. She didn’t stop until she had unknowingly flattened your leg back down.
Stacy walked up to Shannon, a dejected frown on her face. Tears were welling in her eyes. “Where in the world could Sammy be?” She wondered. Shannon gave her a warm smile.
“We’re going to find him sweetie. I know we will.” She assured her despairing daughter. As the two giantesses comforted each other, your right leg peeled back once more, and a slight breeze caused it to brush up and down along Shannon’s butt once more. Your mother stiffened and sighed, feeling her troublesome itch return.
Still not sparing her itch a second glance, she huffed and scratched at her ass, claw-like fingernails digging into your body and causing faint red marks to appear on your skin. Stacy noticed her mom’s annoyed facial expression.
“What’s wrong mom?”
“Oh, it’s nothing honey. Just a little itch on my butt.” Shannon assured her, pressing your leg flat again and smiling. Itch-free, Shannon surveyed the area. “Maybe we should get some help from the park staff. They could send a search team, right?”
Stacy was momentarily lost in thought, and took a second to reply to her mom’s rather smart idea. “Oh…uh…yeah. Okay.”
“Let’s go then!” Shannon beamed, a spring in her step. Stacy lagged a step behind, her eyes glued to her mother’s massive rear end, which jostled and shook almost comedically as she walked. Something about an “itch” on her mother’s butt was bothering her…
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