Stacy walked a few paces behind Shannon, worried sick about where you could be. Nine times out of ten she could find you plastered to your mom's body somewhere in times like these, but for some reason you were nowhere to be found. While her mind went through every possible fate that could have befallen your one-inch sized form, she couldn't take her eyes off of Shannon's tremendous ass jiggling to and fro in her inappropriately risqué thong. Thinking back for a moment to her mom's previous comments about being so sure that you were stuck to her butt, she began to look a little more closely at the bronzed cheeks in front of her. After a minute or so she could have sworn she had seen a tiny piece of something fluttering on the inside of Shannon's right cheek. Stacy sped up to take a closer look, but at that moment Shannon groaned audibly.
"Ugh I can't get rid of this little tickle on my butt" she said to herself quietly, but still audible to Stacy. Sadly for you, Shannon accompanied her frustrated groan with a firm scratch of her ass, slamming your leg which had popped free back down against her skin, blending you in perfectly with her bronzed flesh once again. Shannon scratched vigorously for a few more seconds, leaving some light red lines across you and part of her butt equally. Stacy watched her mom's rather uncivilized display with a bad feeling in her stomach. Never in her life had she seen Shannon have any imperfections on her skin other than you being hopelessly flattened to the point of appearing to be one. For this reason, whatever thing she saw on her mom's butt may very well have been you. Quickly Stacy sped up to walk alongside Shannon.
"Uhh mom? How long did you say you tanned for after finding Sammy on your butt?" Stacy asked in a worried tone. She still couldn't believe that her mother had decided to value an even tan over your wellbeing, but she would be lying if she said that she wasn't used to this level of ditziness by now.
"Not sure, I fell asleep. Probably around two hours or so if I had to guess though." Shannon responded in an almost carefree tone. The truth was that she was still very worried about you, but simultaneously relieved that she wasn't the direct cause of the current situation... or at least so she thought. Doubling down on her lie from earlier to cover her own ass, Shannon added, "I wasn't so sure about it but Sammy himself told me it would be okay! And he must have gotten free somehow while i was resting, so he must have been right!"
Stacy was incredulous to say the least. In what world would you tell your horrendously forgetful mother that she could keep on tanning and relaxing while you were stuck flat against her ass? Stacy certainly was not the confrontational type, however, and decided to circumvent that part of the story and focus on her most recent hypothesis for your whereabouts. "Okay, sure mom, but are you completely certain that he escaped your ass? I mean, two hours is a long time to tan for, and he still is your son so you might have passed on your ability to tan as well..." Stacy hinted to Shannon and she thought for a second before responding,
"You think he tanned to the same exact shade as my butt!? No way. It couldn't be." Shannon's words indicated a sense of certainty that her tone did not match. In the back of her mind she knew that this was a distinct possibility, but didn't want to accept it.
"I think he might be, mom. Let me check your butt one last time then we can go see the staff." Stacy responded. Both women walked to a nearby section of the park near a shutdown slide to get a little privacy. After all, seeing a young woman with her face inches away from another woman's ass would be likely to generate more than a few strange looks. Reaching this section Shannon turned around nervously. She half prayed that Stacy would be wrong so she wouldn't have to go through the embarrassment of finding you squashed to her yet again, but the other half of her wanted her to be right so they could at least know your location.
Stacy quickly kneeled down and got up close with Shannon's gigantic buns, scanning the spot where she saw the slight fluttering earlier. After a few seconds of standing, Shannon shuffled her feet slightly, sending her ass jiggling like crazy, but also popping your leg free once again! Immediately Stacy saw this small piece of tanned skin dangling from her mom's ass and gasped. She paused briefly before moving her hand in to free you, but right as she was about to touch you Shannon's right hand swooped down and scratched her cheek intensely yet again! Smashing you back into her skin she groaned,
"This damn itch! Ugh!" She exclaimed as she scratched her fingernails firmly into her butt flesh. Causing Stacy's eyes to go wide in shock as she watched what she assumed to be her brother get annihilated by an inconsiderate scratch.
"MOM! Don't scratch anymore! I think that's Sammy starting to pop free! You keep squashing him whenever you scratch!" Stacy exclaimed loudly.
"Oh no, really?" Shannon responded sheepishly, now realizing the damage she had been doing unconsciously. "I'm so sorry, I'll stop." She said, both to Stacy and to you, beginning to accept the reality that you most likely where the cause of her itchy butt.
A few more minutes passed of standing around before Shannon's jostling popped your leg free once again. Stacy quickly swooped her hand in and grabbed your leg, before ripping your body off with a powerful yank!
"Ouch!" Shannon exclaimed. To her it felt like a wax strip had been ripped off her butt, and she rubbed the spot where you once were in pain.
"Got him! Thank god." Stacy said, holding you up to your mom. Your eyes had trouble adjusting to the light after being faceplanted into ass-flesh for the better part of a day. But after a moment you were able to see. You looked at your two giantess family member's worried faces before attempting to speak. At that moment you realized that your body was still two-dimensional! With the sheer pressure and time of your crushing today, you would need a bit more time than usual to reform. It seemed that Stacy realized this at the same time, speaking up.
"Shoot, he's really beat up this time. I think we need to take him home before he can get back to normal. How are we gonna carry him out of here safely?"
Shannon responded, "Here, let me, it's the least I can do after causing him so much trouble today."
Stacy held you still, reasonably concerned at letting Shannon anywhere near you, especially in this sticker-like state.
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