This choice: Your mom! She mistook your room for hers and is too relaxed to notice you! • Go Back...Chapter #5Your mom! She mistook your room for hers by: bobob1   Shannon was already in one of the deepest states of relaxations she had been in and her massage hadn't even started yet. While she had waited for her masseuse to be ready she had been treated to a soak in a hot tub, a free drink, and a pedicure. In short, she was in heaven. So when the receptionist informed her that her private massage was ready she practically floated unconsciously down the hall. In her utterly relaxed state she paid no attention to her surroundings, the least of which being the room number that she was told to go to. She knew that it was something that started with a one, so when she saw number eleven she simply sighed contentedly and opened the door. Unbeknownst to her, her masseuse and specialty massage were all set up in room ten... right next door, but she couldn't have cared less. Shannon sauntered into the dark room and closed the door behind her. Subconsciously she thought she might have seen a small tan spot on the otherwise white massage table, but it didn't register as anything important to her. Shannon quickly removed her robe, wearing absolutely nothing underneath. After hanging the robe up on a hanger she sashayed a few more steps towards the table. Once getting there Shannon unconsciously spun around, hopped up slightly and plopped her ass down firmly on the padded surface. She felt a small irritation as she sat, but after grinding her ass into the table for no more than a second it was gone. She simply sighed contentedly and smiled, assuming she had to wait just a minute more for her masseuse to arrive.
Moments before, after the brief flash of light from the hallway outside blinded you, you rubbed your eyes expecting to see your masseuse entering. You were shocked to see none other than your own mother smiling, before quickly removing her robe. You shielded your eyes as quickly as you could, but not before catching a glimpse of her tremendous curves. While any other guy on the planet would have lost his mind at such a sight, the combination of the fact that she was your mom as well as the amount of damage those curves had done to you in your life inspired exclusively fear in you. You shouted up and waved your arms as she approached the table, praying to everything that she would notice you. But the dark lighting of the room combined with the white noise caused by the decorative fountain drowned out any hopes you had at getting her attention. Your stomach dropped as Shannon reached the table and spun her ass around to face you. The gargantuan globes jutted out like a shelf, casting a shadow over you with what little light the room already had. Before you could react your mom had hoisted herself up and onto the table. The last thing you saw was two fleshy meteors on a collision course with your minuscule form. You could only whimper as her buns made an audible slap on the table, as well as a near imperceivable squelch courtesy of you. As if to add insult to injury, Shannon ground her ass on top of you, smearing your form against her smooth, jiggly cheeks even more. Almost immediately you could feel yourself adhering to her warm, soft skin. You were terrified.
Shannon waited a few minutes before her masseuse walked into the room. The masseuse raised her eyebrows in surprise upon seeing a normal sized woman sitting on the table. Her manager had repeatedly informed her that she would be massaging a tiny, one inch person, but she guessed that it must have been some confusing prank pulled on her? Regardless, she was happy to be working on a normal sized human, she had no clue what she would have done with such a small person. The masseuse approached Shannon and quickly motioned for her to lay down on her stomach, not wanting to keep the customer waiting any longer. Shannon obliged and laid down, her huge ass facing upwards now.
You were sent through a jiggly rollercoaster from what your could only assume was Shannon changing positions. You were defeated in mere seconds by your mother's ass, and worse still your body had stuck to it almost immediately. Sometimes it felt like in times like these you were pretty much made to be your mom's butt tattoo. But a flash of hope hit your mind as your tiny form, now facing straight up, stared straight at the masseuse, and she stared back! The masseuse laughed out loud for a moment before calming herself down. Shannon noticed her controlling her laughter and spoke up from her laying down position,
"What's so funny up there?" Shannon smiled, still relaxed but interested to hear what her masseuse was laughing about. The masseuse responded,
"This is going to sound so strange mam, but my boss told me I was originally scheduled to massage a tiny, one inch tall man, not you! Needless to say I was surprised when you flipped over and you had a little tattoo of a guy that exact same size on your butt cheek! What a coincidence!" The masseuse concluded, laughing out loud again. Shannon thought for a few seconds, her brain working overdrive to form any sensible thoughts in her relaxed state. Shannon responds, "  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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