"You can stay nice in cozy in mommy's booty," Rita said, looking at her shrunken son as she imagined his tiny form squirming between her gargantuan cheeks.
"What, no way!" screamed Lincoln, looking at his mother's lewd expression in dread. She was close enough that he could smell her breath.
"Why not?" questioned Rita, confused by her son's sudden outburst, already grinding her thighs in anticipation of her son's touch.
"Remember last time you put me in your butt?" Lincoln shouted up to his mom. "You kept me there during one of your shopping trips, and you farted on me the whole way," he reminded, crossing his arms. While the tiny boy didn't mind being in people's butts, especially his family's, Lincoln had a strict rule that they had to keep the air relatively fresh and not gas him. Unfortunately, most people didn't adhere to this rule as strictly as he'd prefer.
Rita cringed, remembering what happened the last time she kept her son in her favorite spot. "OK fine," Rita said to her son. "I will give you a choice. Do you want to come with me and stay in my bottom, somewhere else, or do you want to stay home?"
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