Shannon winced as she spotted the miniscule tan smear that was her son. All of your facial features had been wiped away by Bethany’s sizable rear end, leaving you looking more like a tan discoloration than Shannon’s beloved, squishy son. Your mom bit her lip and waited for her friend and daughter to leave so she could free you as quickly as possible.
Bethany grinned. “Hey mom, can’t we buy this chair right now? And I mean, like, this one!”
Rebecca rubbed her chin. “I suppose we can sweetie! You’ve certainly warmed it up for us, huh?” The two giantesses laughed, and Shannon felt herself on the verge of having a heart attack. She struggled to form a pleading sentence for her blissfully unaware friend, as Bethany waved over a store employee.
An employee walked over with a cheerful smile. “What can I help you girls with?”
“We’d like to buy this chair.” Rebecca explained. The employee titled her head.
“This one specifically, or one like it? This one is for store demos, not…”
Rebecca put her hand on the employee’s shoulder. “I know this is probably a little strange, huh? Would this cover the cost of any inconvenience?” Rebecca withdrew a fat stack of fifty-dollar bills from her purse, and the employee nearly fainted. Counting up the money, the total amounted to nearly three times the asking price of the massage chair.
“This…is…perfect! Yeah! We’ll get it moved out right away!” The employee smiled, her head nodding up and down continuously. As a famous super model, Rebecca had more than enough money to buy whatever she wanted, similar to your own mother. Still, she never liked to truly flaunt her wealth left and right.
A few more store employees walked over to carry that chair out the back of the store. Finally working up the courage and mental preparedness, Shannon grabbed the chair’s armrest.
“Please wait! There’s something on the chair! Er…someone…right there! It’s my tiny so…” Shannon pointed to the little smear that was your body, but was interrupted by Bethany.
“Oh yeah, there is something there. That’s kinda gross.” She traced a warm finger over your body, sending a mental shiver down your spine. “BUT…we have chemicals and stuff at home to get rid of annoying little discolorations and stuff like that.” She flashed your mom a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about it!”
With that, Bethany trailed the store employees as they carried the massage chair out of the store. Your mother watched in horror as her son was carted away, unable to combat her nervousness and embarrassment long enough to save you. Tears welled up in her eyes, unnoticed by Rebecca, who gave your mom a friendly wave before departing.
Your vision was nothing but faint darkness thanks to Bethany’s posterior scrubbing away your facial features. You knew it would take hours upon hours to reform at this point, but judging from what you had heard, you didn’t know if either of the two sexy women who were unknowingly buying a chair with a tiny person engrained onto it would give you the time to reform.
You felt the chair being loaded into a small truck, and then the truck drove off, following the car driven by Rebecca and Bethany back to their house. Once at their house, the store employees loaded you into the central living room of the expansively sized house, before being generously tipped by Rebecca and then departing.
You heard the sound of footsteps approaching and then the weight of a meteor slam down onto you as Rebecca sank into her new massage chair. Her derriere was noticeably bigger and heavier than her daughter’s, causing you even more pain and discomfort from the pressure she exerted onto you. You began to mentally cry, having no idea how you could possibly escape from this fate.
“This chair is divine…” Rebecca moaned happily, wiggling her butt around, dragging her heavy flesh across your face over and over.
“Definitely going to get a lot of use out of it.” Bethany noted. “Between both of us! Especially after I clean off that gross little stain!” As the two giantess shared a laugh, you could only cry out in silent despair, an insignificant smear compared to their goddess-like bodies.
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