You sat patiently on your mother's stool for a moment, contemplating what to do with your day. Shannon had already completely forgotten about you once during your purse ride to her agency, and it seemed like that was likely to happen again. You sighed and glanced around the room. The stool you were resting on could not have been more than a few feet tall, as it seemed to be around thigh level to the women sauntering around you. But as you walked to the edge and peered over you knew that scaling down it would still be an incredibly difficult task for your one-inch tall frame. You walked back towards the center of the stool and sat down on the plaque that read "Shannon" in bold print. You looked back towards your mom and saw her beginning to get into position for the shoot. You shielded your eyes as she adjusted her barely-there bikini top and bottoms until they looked perfect. Groaning at the situation you simply laid down flat on the stool, staring up at the ceiling and pondering what your options were in this situation.
As a few minutes rolled by you began to think about just how boring life was for you sometimes. You hated being squished, of course, there was no other way of saying it, but arguably just as bad as the physical pain of being crushed was the mind-numbing boredom of being forgotten about. It seemed like more times than not, Shannon would somehow forget that you were a real person and not some inanimate object who could just sit around until she thought about you again. You couldn't count on two hands the number of times that she had tossed you in her purse or her pocket only to leave you there for hours on end, being totally shocked upon rediscovering you. Of course, you knew she loved you just as much as she would love you if you were normal sized, it just seemed like her ditzy brain couldn't quite handle thinking about you and managing her day-to-day activities at the same time. You brooded for a moment, closing your eyes and rolling them simultaneously at the circumstances Shannon often put you in. Suddenly, you felt the light above you be blocked out, and your eyes shot open in fear. You fully expected Shannon's unaware ass to be homing in on your exact location, but much to your shock, you saw a face!
"Uhh, hello there? Are you Shannon's son by chance?" The mysterious woman smiled down at you. Immediately you were infatuated with this woman's looks. She appeared to be of mixed ethnicity, and quite a few years younger than your mother. You glanced at the rest of her body, bending over you, and saw that she was a quite voluptuous woman herself. While her curves did not match the near impossible levels of Shannon's, they were definitely nothing to scoff at. After a moment more of ogling you remembered that you actually had to respond.
"Yes! That's me! My name is Sam, pleased to meet you!" You shouted up at her and stood, extending your tiny arm towards her. She giggled in response and reached two fingers down, pinching your arm between them and shaking them.
"Hi Sam! My name's Joanna. It's nice to meet you too! Your mom has told us a bit about you, but not much. What are you doing at the agency?"
"My mom brought me here as some sort of bonding experience that she had planned in her head, but as you can see I think she's forgotten all about that." You spoke up.
"Yeah seems like it." Joanna giggled before adding, "Shannon would forget her head if it wasn't attached to her shoulders! She's hands down the ditziest and clumsiest person at the agency, but I'll be damned if she isn't the best model we've ever seen. All of us here are pretty jealous of her, erm, talents." Joanna pointed meekly towards the photoshoot and you turned you head to look. Shannon was bent over a surfboard, exposing her massive derriere to the camera. You grimaced and looked away.
"Trust me, I've had MORE than enough experience with both her ditziness and her talents in my life. I'm lucky that I'm even sitting here right now and not plastered to one of them as we speak." You delivered this line jokingly, but in reality it was the truth.
"What!?" Joanna exclaimed in confusion, "I don't mean to sound insensitive here, but, with her size and well, your size, how have you survived living with her?"
You responded, realizing that Shannon must not have told her coworkers much about you, "Oh don't worry about it. My body has this weird quality where i can be squashed flatter than paper and stretched out without any long term damage being done. It's kind of a double edged sword to be honest, it prevents me from getting hurt but it also gets me into some sticky situations, sometimes literally." You smirked up at Joanna, hoping that she would take this information well. It wasn't often that you revealed these aspects to people outside of your family, as you never knew how they would react. You looked up at Joanna's face as she put on a puzzled expression, processing the info. Suddenly her face broke into a huge smile, then out of nowhere, laughter!
"No way!" Joanna said quickly before laughing yet again. "What kinds of sticky situations are we talking about? I gotta know!" The beautiful model could barely get her sentence out without laughing between each word. You were slightly annoyed that she thought your life's biggest obstacle was funny, but at least it didn't seem like she had any intentions of taking advantage of you, so you were ultimately relieved.
"Let me think." You pondered. You had countless examples to choose from, so you picked one Joanna would appreciate the most. "Do you remember a couple months back when my mom had that temporary tattoo on her ass cheek for nearly two weeks?"
"Oh yeah! That was super cute, we all thought she should have gotten a permanent version!" Joanna exclaimed. "Oh... wait..."
"Yep. That was me. I was swimming laps in the bath tub, trying to get a little exercise, and well, I guess Shannon thought my sister had drawn the bath for her because before I knew it her big dumb butt smacked right on top of me and dragged me to the bottom of the tub. An hour of squashing later she finally got out, but the damage had been done. She saw me almost immediately in the mirror but I was stuck so flat that I may as well have been a real tattoo. Luckily she told my sister what happened and two weeks later she barely managed to scrape me off of that jiggly prison." You shuttered, reliving the experience in your head. "I just wish she didn't draw those stupid fairy wings around my body every day. Like, I get it, it made more sense to have a tattoo of a fairy than a tiny man, but it still hurt my masculinity just a tad." You finished your story, laughing at the end. It was a terrible experience to say the least, but while telling Joanna you couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous the situation was.
Joanna was clutching her stomach with laughter at this point, absolutely roaring at each part of the story you told her. She evidently found you getting squashed to be hilarious, a fact that you cannot imagine to fare well for you. After calming down enough she managed to speak out, "Oh gosh, Sam, that's so freaking funny! If it's any consolation you looked just as cute then as you do now." She concluded, winking at you.
You felt your cheeks flush as you stared up at her face. At this moment you actually had to thank your mother, her air-headed plan of bringing you to work led to you talking to actually having a decent conversation with someone other than your family members. Almost on queue, as you had decided you would thank Shannon for forcing you to get out of the house, the lights above you were blocked out once more. You shook your head out of your infatuated stupor and glanced up. Looming above you was the gargantuan shelf of ass that you could recognize from quite literally anywhere. You had time to only gulp as Shannon slammed her ass down on top of you, utterly decimating you underneath her left cheek. She twisted for a second before spinning to face Joanna.
"Hey Jo! Who were ya talkin' to?" Shannon inquired.
Joanna was flabbergasted at what she just saw, one moment caught up in conversation with you, then the next second looking at a massive ass occupying the space that you had been in. She takes a moment before responding...
"......."
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