This choice: She's too nervous to tell her but when she stands up you're stuck to the seat • Go Back...Chapter #6Massage Chair of Torment by: bobob1   Shannon mentally struggled to form some sort of cohesive thought in her head. She stared in abject shock at the woman who was now pounding her minuscule son beneath her thick ass, a pleased smile on her oblivious face. The woman seemed kind enough, and would most likely eagerly stand up and free Sammy from his torment, but Shannon was simply to overwhelmed to speak.
Instead, Shannon simply stood there in mute embarrassment for fifteen minutes as the woman sighed and moaned with relaxed happiness, her entire body quivering like a bowl of jelly. Shannon could only imagine how much her son was suffering beneath this woman’s full weight, but she just could not will herself to speak up. Blushing and fidgeting, Shannon averted her eyes and stared down at the floor.
Finally, the woman shut down the massage chair and stood up. She stretched, flashed your mom a satisfied smile, and sauntered off. Shannon peered down at the chair, barely spotting the smeared form of her tiny little son. The woman’s booty had done a number on you, and you had nearly passed out from the pain and pressure she had exerted on you during those fifteen hellish minutes.
Not wasting another second, Shannon knelt by the chair and began digging at your body with her fingernails, hoping to quickly peel you off and let you reform. To her horror, she discovered that your body had nearly fused with the fabric of the massage chair, and she couldn’t slip her fingernail between your crushed form and the chair to peel you off.
Stumped and concerned for your safety, Shannon stood back up and glanced over to a store employee on the opposite side of the store. Deciding she needed help, and fast, Shannon rushed over to the employee. Through blurred eyes, you could only watch in terror as the only person keeping you safe disappeared from your sight, following through on an impulsive and ill guided idea.
No sooner had your mom walked away then the towering forms of two more giantesses entered your spotty field of view. One woman appeared to be in her late thirties, while the other looked like she was about twenty, and presumably the older woman’s daughter.
“Is this the massage chair you wanted me to test out mom?” The daughter asked. The mom nodded.
“Yes, it is Bethany. It’s simply a divine experience. I’m considering buying it, and would LOVE your opinion on it.”
“Great. After two and a half hours of walking around this mall, I could use a rest.” The daughter, Bethany, laughed, before turning around, her butt hovering over the chair…and you. One part of you noticed that both Bethany and her mother were incredibly curvaceous, attractive females. One part of you noticed that Bethany was only wearing a fluttery mini-skirt and an absurdly thin thong underneath. The last part of you noticed how cruel fate could be to you.
Bethany plopped down onto the chair, her ass swallowing up your entire being. Her weight pressed down on you tightly, and as her skirt was loose around her thighs, her nearly naked ass was slammed down onto you directly. Your tiny body was crushed beneath Bethany’s enormous, sweaty and sticky left butt cheek.
As Bethany flicked on the massage chair and the rumbling and shaking began, your situation became a million times worse. Bethany’s entire body shook from side-to-side, and her ass flesh ripple and jiggled continuously. Her butt cheek pounded into your body over and over, slapping against your battered and beaten form. With each hit, you felt the sweat from her flesh stick and adhere to your body.
All of this had transpired in less than thirty seconds. Your mom hadn’t even made it to the employee when she heard the massage chair turn back on, and whipped her head around in terror. Gasping at what she saw unfolding, she abandoned her plan to get help from the employee, and rushed back over to the massage chair.
Shannon rushed over to Bethany and her mom. “Please stop! My son is…”
Bethany’s mom gasped. “Shannon? Is that you honey? Fancy meeting you here!”
Shannon paused, and then her jaw dropped. “Rebecca? God, it’s been so long!”
“It has, hasn’t it? We haven’t seen each other since that lingerie shoot six months ago!” Rebecca laughed, and Shannon laughed too. The two voluptuous women embraced and began chatting. Rebecca was actually another famous super model who lived alone with her daughter Bethany. Rebecca was also an old friend of Shannon’s, and a bit of a playful rival of sorts.
While the two giantesses chatted, you continued to suffer in agony beneath Bethany’s big bubble butt. Every movement of the chair caused Bethany’s ass to grind against your squishy body, sweat coating your miniscule form. In the total darkness, you couldn’t hear or see a thing, and prayed for this nightmare to end. While you wallowed in pain, Bethany let out another delighted cry as the massage chair kneaded her sore back.
Thirty long, arduous minutes passed, and Rebecca flicked off the massage chair. Bethany, who had fallen asleep, bolted awake and frowned.
“Aw…that was so relaxing…” She sighed, stretching her arms. Rebecca rubbed her daughter’s head.
“I guess that means we’re buying the chair, huh?” She joked, then looked back to Shannon. “By the way Shan, don’t you have a son? You haven’t mentioned him at all yet.”
Shannon’s eyes grew as wide as dinner plates. She had completely forgotten about you and your predicament, unintentionally letting you suffer beneath Bethany for the past half hour. Her face paled as she imagined everything you had just gone through.
Bethany stood up from the chair and adjusted her skirt, ruffling it back into place so it served a somewhat modest purpose. Shannon discreetly stared down at the massage chair, bracing herself for the worst.
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